a parent
embraces his child
eternal
loving bond
strengthened over many years
magnified by loss
“Eliot Dybden,” at Along the Interstice, has named this month Shadorma November (ShaNov). This is my fourth shadorma for November, using a photo from my WP Media Library. A shadorma has six lines with no rhyme or meter, except for a syllable structure of 3/5/3/3/7/5.
Photo, from sixty years ago, originally used with the poem Carefree Ride. (Obviously, I didn’t take the photo.)
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So tender.
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🙂
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Very nice, Ken.
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Merci!
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Never heard of a Shodorma, thank you.
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It’s an interesting form, sometimes as succinct as a haiku.
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I’ll give it a go. I suspect it’s the kind of poetic form that we occasionally do, accidentally- because it feels good!
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Funny how that happens.
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The instinct of true poetry, I suppose, which shows how intrinsic it is in the human psyche.
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a splendid blending of form and sentiment
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Thank you, sir.
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Lovely poem–I agree with Jane, “tender.” That photo is wonderful, too–the love and joy frozen there in that moment–and the memory in the poem.
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Thanks. I smile every time I see that photo.
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I can see why. It made me smile, too, and I don’t even have the memories. 🙂
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