The Obvious Truth ~ inspired by Disciple’s Dilemma (Tritina)

The Obvious Truth

It wasn’t till I looked
that I finally saw
the truism in your words.

For hidden in your words,
discovered when I looked,
there was a welcome saw.

Socially distant, I saw,
there within your words,
the answer, once I looked.

Overlooked, until I saw your words: I’ve got nothing but time.

If anyone can have fun with a poetry form it’s Ron. Lavalette, and, in so doing, offer further tritina inspiration.

Scrambled, Not Fried

No, it’s cool; I can wait.
I’ve got nothing but time…..
……………See?

As far as I can see
it’ll be worth the wait
(at least this time).

I mean, last time
I couldn’t get you to see;
but now…um…I can wait

No. It can’t wait. Time’s up!  See, dammit!!! See!!!

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My blogger friend Ken Gierke (rivrvlogr) introduced me to the TRITINA form, which uses repeated end words in three tercets as follows: ABC / CAB / BCA and a closing line that includes all 3: ABC.  You can read about the form at The Poets CollectiveHERE, and you can see Ken’s Tritina, The Color of Rain, HERE.

Thanks, Ken!

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countless seasons pass

countless seasons pass

countless seasons pass
drawing to the end of life
fading like flowers
worthy man has few worries
rewarded with endless joy


The challenge for Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #51 Tagore’s “Endless Time”
is to capture the essence of a verse by Rabindranath Tagore in a haiku or tanka.

Endless Time

Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes.

Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.

Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.

We have no time to lose,
and having no time we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late.

And thus it is that time goes by
while I give it to every querulous man who claims it,
and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.

At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut;
but I find that yet there is time.

© Rabindranath Tagore

petals drifting down – fusion troiku

The prompt for Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #37 Troiku Challenge “Time” starts with two haiku by Chèvrefeuille to be used to create a “fusion” haiku, which is then to be the base to create a troiku.

perpetual snow
reflects the sunlight –
I dream of a nude beach

through tears
cherry blossoms scattered
by the breeze

               © Chèvrefeuille
~~~~~~~

petals drifting down
breeze lifting pink and white flakes
memories of snow

petals drifting down_1a

petals drifting down

petals drifting down
cherry blossom festival
celebrating life

breeze lifting pink and white flakes
a dance held before our eyes
warm weather arrives

memories of snow
fading in brilliant sunlight
time will not stand still

petals falling down_2a

A troiku is three haiku, with each of the three lines from a suggested haiku as the first line of each haiku in the troiku. It’s not always possible to have a 5-7-5 format in the second haiku, due to the limitations of the suggested haiku. The name of the form is derived from “troika,” a sled or carriage drawn by three horses harnessed side-by-side, an iconic symbol of Imperial Russia.

Troika

Image sources:
desktopnexus.com
wikimedia.org (troika)

Sirens of Time

A mistake I’ll make with an incomplete poem is saving it without any notes regarding its source or inspiration. That may be because I’ll plan to finish it as soon as the next day, but it presents a problem when I discover a draft weeks or months later. I have no idea what started the line of thinking for this poem three weeks ago. Most likely a photo – NASA, perhaps – or even a prompt led me to the second stanza. I have a vague memory of a distinctive blue, but that’s it, so I stayed with colors. And since I’ve been inspired by photos from APOD lately, I went back to March 24th to find this photo to help me with that. (btw… I can’t help seeing the face of a petulant child in this photo – to the right – so who knows what ideas that might spur.)

Sirens of Time

You can’t ignore
the violet of time misspent
haunting you, refusing to fade.

Or the cache of unspent
time taunting you
with its blue luminescence,

while pending mistakes loom
in infrared, shadowless,
without warning.

Closing your eyes
to shut them out
is futile, stars appearing

on your lids pressed tight,
their hues singing to you
across time.

The optional prompt for Day 20 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month is to write a poem that involves rebellion in some way. Since I have no idea what Ken-of-three-weeks-ago was thinking, I’ve finished the poem for him. Let’s pretend that meets the prompt.

NaPoWriMo 2018

framing the years

framing the years

time, the line
we cannot box, never
finding a final corner

passing on to form
the next box
and the next

a snake
with the mind of Escher
defining the vortex

the core of existence
drawn through time
expressed between that line

A response to Kerfe’s January 2018, at method two madness

endless time – Shadorma

Watching Time

endless time
is not an option
as gears mesh
and hands turn
we are faced with a deadline
beyond our control

Eliot, at Along the Interstice, has named this month Shadorma November (ShaNov). This is my ninth 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 originally used with the poem Watching Time.