The Fate That Is Death

The Fate That Is Death

Mindless, heedless, far from seedless.
Bent on using man’s own weakness.

Hades calmly takes his toll.
Empty husks, abandoned souls.

Wont to take all that he sees.
Will not yield all that is his.

Planted deep beneath the soil,
no resting place, this life’s foil.

Expect this fate so deeply flawed.
Yet swear no oath to this foul god.

 

This poem is my response to Poetics: Persephone, the dVerse prompt in which Sarah asks us to write “a poem that bubbles up from this mixed up family saga, a poem that smells of spring, or is touched by the dark fingers of the lord of the dead.” I chose the latter, Hades.

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Lemonade In August ~ haibun

Lemonade In August

This late summer month, when the wind seldom gusts and the heat clings to the skin with an air of resignation, the knowledge that its persistence will not last, this month was your favorite. In your retirement you spent more time outdoors than in, as you gardened, tended to your animals, and prepared for the coming change in weather. Shirtless while mowing your acres of lawn or relaxing with a game of horseshoes, you wore that warm sun like it was your own. You were born to this month, and I always did see it as yours. You are always on my mind, but most especially in this month.

lemonade
beneath a hot sun
the still air

This haibun is my response to Haibun Monday 8-2-21: August,
the prompt from Frank Tassone at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.

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kinship

kinship

one room
three poets
convergence
a matter of perspective
all compass points relative to center
that sweet rose
friendship

gogyohka

three poets in one room
convergence
a matter of perspective
all compass points relative to center
sweet rose of friendship

shadorma

three poets
compass points gathered
convergence
perspective
all relative to center
sweet rose of friendship

cherita

three poets

convergence
a matter of perspective

compass points
relative to center
sweet rose, friendship

lune

three poets
that sweet rose, friendship
convergence

Our trip to Cleveland/Buffalo took us through Indianapolis, where we spent a pleasant evening with Stephanie L. Harper and Robert Okaji.

Yeah, short-form poetry is my thing.  I decided to try writing the first free-verse poem in other forms.  The definitions of these forms can be found on my Poetic Forms page.

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Sevenling (the journey)

Sevenling (the journey)

The journey is never over.
Never complete.
Always open to interpretation.

Destination, always changing,
a matter of conjecture.
Beginning and end have no significance.

The return is just a stop along the way.

I have been inspired by Ron. Lavalette, the master of the sevenling, to write my first.

Sevenling ~ created by Roddy Lumsden, a Scottish poet
~ a seven-line poem composed of three stanzas
~ first stanza ~ three connected or contrasting statements, or a list of three details, names or possibilities. (all of the three lines ~ or ~ contained anywhere within them)
~ second stanza ~ similarly contains an element of three, connected directly or indirectly or not at all to the preceding stanza (again, anywhere within the three lines)
~third stanza ~ a single line that should should act as a narrative summary or punchline or as an unusual juxtaposition
~ the tone should be mysterious, offbeat or disturbing, as if only a fragment of the story has been told
~ title is optional ~ if used, then “Sevenling (first few words)”

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shimmers on the highway ~ haiku & gogyohka

falling rain
spatters my windshield
misty roads

moon greets me
during my travels
follows me

shimmers on the highway
wait to greet my tires
relief of cool air in the car
at the far end of our trip
family waits to greet us

 

These haiku and gogyohka are my response to Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge #195-197 (Trifecta), which offers three kigo:
                    #195 – midsummer rain
                    #196 – summer moon
                    #197 – smoldering hot

While Frank’s prompts are related to the the last three weeks of June, these haiku are influenced by my travel in mid/late July.

Memories

Memories

are made, not with wishes,
but by moments lived, understood.
Let those moments pass untouched
and you will never know them.
Let no one say you can’t take it with you.
Once experienced, those memories are yours.

This poem is my response to Poetics: The Proverbial, the prompt from Merril at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which asks us to incorporate a proverb into a poem.

Stream of Consciousness ~ quadrille

Stream of Consciousness

Thoughts pass
one to another,
flowing in a manner
that brings to mind
a vision of a stream,
its clarity a marvel
unsurpassed,
its course unquestioned,
revealed in the direction
a mind will take it,
a mind perceives it.

Thus is an idea born.

This poem is my response to Quadrille #132 Your Poem Theme: Stream, the prompt from De Jackson at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word stream in a 44-word poem, with no required meter or rhyme.

Ride the Waves ~ chant poetry

Here’s a pause in my travels this month, with a response to a dVerse prompt.

Ride the Waves

light-sparkles-on-waves

    Erie Basin Marina, Buffalo, New York

Waves flow in the air that surrounds me.
Waves flow in the emotions within me.
Waves flow in the love found within me.
Above me.
Around me.
Beneath me.
Release me from constraints.
All that I fear
falls to the side.
Fall with me.
Fall freely.
Fall for the love
found in the waves.
Found within me.
Found within you.
Found, never to be lost
as we ride our waves of love.

 

With Meet the bar with Chant poetry at dVerse Poets Pub, Björn asks us to write a poem in the form of a chant, with the use of extreme repetition.