On the Water
currently influenced
direction
a matter of conjecture
decided by each stroke,
turn of the paddle
all that streams past
sights on shore
flight of fowl,
water the element
that calls them back
calls me back
every time
my kayak one more
leaf drifting, influenced
by the current
This is my response to Poetics: Sail into a Poem, the prompt from Merril at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to write a poem about boating of any sort.
Winged Vigilance
Floating sixty feet from your sycamore perch,
I sit against the bank, marveling
at the beauty captured by my lens.
Camera stowed, I drift beneath your stately form.
Your white head turns to track my progress
before you take wing, satisfied with my intent.
This is my response to Quadrille #161: Staying on Track, the prompt from Merril at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word track in a 44-word poem (excluding title),
with no required meter or rhyme.
When I originally responded with Winged Sentinel earlier this afternoon, I got so carried away with the image in my mind that I completely forgot that it’s supposed to be quadrille. I hope I’ve captured the same imagery with this version.
Winged Sentinel
Watching as I approach
from a thousand feet away
Now sixty feet distant as I pause
upstream from your sycamore perch
Forty feet above the water, head turned
as you gaze down at me, curious
Camera stowed, I paddle from the bank,
drift slowly beneath your stately form
White head turns to track my progress
before you take wing, satisfied with my intent
I originally wrote this as a response to Quadrille #161: Staying on Track, the prompt
from Merril at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word track
in a 44-word poem (excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.
It’s not — in fact, it’s 63 words.
I totally forgot that it’s supposed to be a quadrille.
Private Audience
Tucked out of sight beneath a rock ledge,
my kayak motionless on water
smooth as glass, I gaze from shadow
into light, spellbound by an aerial ballet
of swallows weaving around each other
as if choreographed in a performance
for an audience of one.
This is my response to Quadrille #154: Casting a Poetic Spell, the prompt from Sanaa at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word spell in a 44-word poem (excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.
Not So Silent Water
Where else would I be
than here, on quiet water?
The water not so quiet,
carries songs of birds.
All around me is a chorus
led by cardinal’s cheerful call.
Calling out much louder,
tufted titmouse responds.
Trilling out its lonely answer,
a kingfisher passes by.
Turtles leave before I pass,
break the water with a splash.
With such sounds to break the silence,
Where else would I be?
This is my response to Day 27 at napowrimo.net, where we are asked to write a “duplex,” which is a variation on the sonnet, developed by the poet Jericho Brown. Maureen Thorsen describes it this way:
“It’s organized into seven, two-line stanzas. The second line of the first stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the second stanza, the second line of the second stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the third stanza, and so on. The last line of the poem is the same as the first.
Sweet Damsel
Sweet damsel, light and airy,
as we glide across the water,
may the light of your tiny wings
guide this vessel through
the wonders of your world
and grace us with the beauty
that surrounds you.
This is my response to Day 12 at napowrimo.net,
where we are asked to “write a poem about a small thing.”
True Direction
Where is it that I’m headed
paddling these waters?
Is there any direction?
Do I merely wander?
Although no simple answer,
it is a simple choice.
When I’m upon these waters
I hear my inner voice.
The quiet I encounter,
in spite of gay songbirds,
allows my thoughts to wander,
I have, by this time, learned.
Each time I raise my paddle
upon this placid stream,
I find my true direction
is closer than it seems.
This poem is my response to Meeting the Bar: Soliloquy, the prompt from Victoria at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to write a soliloquy, giving a glimpse of inner thoughts and feelings, such as emotions, plans, and desires. I’ve tried to include some examples of poetic device as requested, by using rhyme or near-rhyme and loose meter.
Image: Ellicott Creek, Amherst New York
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The Water Meets My Needs
A leaf drifts slowly past me,
going where the current leads.
As my paddle meets the water,
the water meets my needs.
Each time, there’s something new
to experience, discover.
The water meets my needs
as my paddle meets the water.
From heron standing on the shore
to ducks concealed in bankside reeds.
As my paddle meets the water,
the water meets my needs.
Many rewards can be found
in each scene I encounter.
The water meets my needs
as my paddle meets the water.
This poem is my response to Poetry Form: Mirrored Refrain, the prompt from Grace at dVerse ~ Poets Pub. A mirrored refrain is formed by three or more quatrains where two lines within the quatrain are the “mirrored refrain” or alternating refrain.
The rhyme scheme is as follows: xaBA, xbAB, xaBA, xbAB, etc.. (x represents the only lines that do not rhyme within the poem. A and B represent the refrain.)
The Flight of Swallows
With no cooling breeze on a hot summer day,
I trail my paddle to direct my kayak
’round the bend to the middle of the narrow river
and a bridge that offers welcome shade
from the sun, now directly overhead.
Sunlight glances from my approaching waves
to shimmer on mud nests crowded together
on the beams beneath the bridge. Swallows fly
in the sunlight ahead as I rest for a moment,
amused by their aerial acrobatics.
Like needles that weave through currents of air,
they pass each other a mere breath apart,
wing never touching wing, a simple matter
for them, while this humble viewer is
content to be carried by the river’s current.
Continuing on, I pass beneath and among them
as they dart back and forth in a feeding frenzy.
A short while later, I turn upstream and watch them
once more before continuing home, hopeful
that I might weave words of their flight onto paper.
This poem is my response to The Sunday Whirl – Wordle #513.
needles – breath – river – touch – swallows – summer
humble – paper – bend – simple – beams – crowd
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Five days ago, I wrote two versions of Where the River Bends as a response to MTB: To turn again, about turn again, where we were asked to write a poem using epiphora – repeatedly using the same words to end lines. When a few readers (Merril, Kerfe & Ron.) pointed out how close the first version is to a ghazal I decided to write a third version. I’ve considered internal rhyme within the second line of each stanza of a ghazal to be optional, but this time I have met that requirement. I close here with the original and notes on the ghazal.
Where the River Bends
Where the river bends I trail my paddle,
where the river bends yet lends itself to my paddle.
On trees long dead rising from the river,
turtles scatter, water spatters far from my paddle.
Heron on the shore leaps to stately flight
as my kayak nears and it hears my paddle.
I turn for home, thankful for all the gifts
beneath passing oaks, as I stroke my paddle.
A boat passes and a fisherman nods his head.
I ken, as the river bends, and raise my paddle.
~~~~~~~
Where the River Bends
Where the river bends I trail my paddle,
where the river bends yet meets my paddle.
On trees, submerged yet breaking water,
turtles scatter when they see my paddle.
Heron standing on the shore leaps to stately flight
with broad wing-strokes when it hears my paddle.
I turn for home, thankful for all the gifts
granted today with each stroke of my paddle.
A fisherman waves as his boat passes
where the river bends, and I raise my paddle.
Ghazal
~ five or more couplets, the same length, meter not required
~ first couplet rhymes; 1 to 3 words in 2nd lines repeated;
rhyme – aA bA cA dA eA
~ (optional) internal rhyme in second lines, preceding repeated rhyme
~ possible naming or reference to author in last couplet
~ traditionally invoking melancholy, love, longing, and metaphysical questions,
ghazals are often sung by Iranian, Indian, and Pakistani musicians
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