singing, sighing, crying
21 March 2020 ~ World Poetry Day
The Color of Rain
Glad, the days when I hear
the colors in the sky
speaking through the rain,
their voices telling the rain,
“Listen closely and hear
the beauty of the sky.
Your own voice within the sky
is most welcome, rain,
joined with ours for all to hear.”
Glad too, the rain, to hear such welcome in the sky.
This is my response to Words and picture poetry challenge – 1, from Jane Dougherty, where she offers the Francis Ledwidge poem “Thomas McDonagh” with the challenge that we use three words from the poem as the end-of-line words in a tritina, with the Ledwidge poem as inspiration. (a variance, on my part, here)
Tritina ~ a poem with three three-line stanzas and a fourth stanza of one line
~ the same three end words used in the first three stanzas, in this order in successive stanzas: 1,2,3; 3,1,2; 2,3,1
~ the last, one-line stanza using the three words
“The repetition of words in a Tritina makes this form a good match for
a story that uses common speech, for in conversation the repetition of key words is common.” (poetscollective.org)
The three words used here are hear, sky and rain (1,2,3)
Also shared with Open Link Night #262, at dVerse Poets Pub.
Image source: freeimages.com / Michael Koralewski
The Fate of the Crown
The road we take will determine
the nature of this crown
that has been placed upon us,
the true worth of our mutual connections.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Crown #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
Speaking of the Sea
Seasons have passed me by, and time moves on.
My wandering thoughts turn towards the sea,
sitting in delicate balance upon
the waves, like footprints on a sodden beach.
Fewer waves ahead, yet less time to rest,
so much left unsaid, this my final speech.
Mine is a ballad that’s best left unsung.
But if, by chance, my name crosses your lips,
may it be waves of praise that grace your tongue.
The challenge in Poetics: Three from the Welsh speaking sea, from Laura at dVerse Poets Pub is to write a poem using three of five end-rhyme word sets from Raymond Garlick’s Welsh-Speaking Sea. So, three (or more) rhyming tercets, with no meter required, but with the added challenge of using pentameter. No real meter here, but still 10-syllable lines. The word sets (with the option to reverse each word order):
speech / rest / beach
on / sea / upon
word / breath / bird
way / sound / bay
sung / lips / tongue
Image source: noaa.gov
I walk the walls,
my head around the corner
that lies beyond the door.
Precarious in this chair on the ceiling,
I cling to the fan that should not be
on the floor above me, spinning
me in starts and stops. In a world
of contradictions, I touch nothing
and everything at the same time.
Vertigo, my isolation.
This poem is my response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #126,
where the theme is Isolation.