Tag: poem

W3 – Dandelions

dandelions
yellow beauties 
lawn tiny wishes
shattering spells of joy
smiles

dandelions
unwanted weeds
lawn spreading annoyance
shattering spells of distress
angry

First time writing an Elfchen poem (see the instructions below). This form was suggested by Sadje. She asked us to write one poem and another one opposing the first one.

Dandelions are my favourite wildflower, so the first poem is really what I meant about them. However, I know some people that really hate them.

An elevenie (German: elfchen) is a short poem with a given pattern. It contains eleven words which are arranged in a specified order over five rows. Each row has a requirement that can vary.

Joining W3 – Elfchen (Elevenie) poem

Skyline

Solitude embraces me like a shawl in a chilly evening 
Kindness towards myself 
Year-long, a search for abundance of my being
Limited by the conscience, where the ocean meets the sky
Inflicting despair, a tiny line between sanity and madness 
Never again
Exaltation of the senses

Joining Moonwashed Musings – Skyline

W3 – Roses

dried red rose

Roses. My fave flowers always. I enjoy each phase of them, since the tiny blossoms to the later stage when the petals start to fall off. I dry the ones that are really special to me. I’ve been doing it for many years. This one above is a Valentine’s Day gift from around 10 years ago. It has dried beautifully, I realized that the red and yellow ones are perfect for the drying process.

This week W3 prompt is about our favourite flower and spring. I opted for a butterfly cinquain to express my feelings for the roses. Nothing as flowers and butterflies to represent spring. 

roses
the young blossoms 
mature to perfection 
the bright colours and soft perfume 
senses
awakening with radiance
luxurious petals
breezy or dry
passion

Joining W3 – favourite flower


			


	



			
				


	

		
Destiny

			


	

		

The Expected One
1860
painting by Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller (Museum: Bavarian State Painting Collections) wikidata.org





Wandering in the forest,
Immersed in a fairy tale
She doesn’t know
Her destiny is traced
In the hands of the unknown
He waits with flowers
A trap
The knife is hidden
He counts the seconds
The jump
A sharp blade
Ending the dreams






each tiny step counts
the soul is about to fly
a fairy tale ends





Joining Tanka Tuesday: Today’s prompt is the photo above, Ekphrastic poem: 







“Ekphrastic poems exist to respond to a piece of art critically, analytically, and reverentially.”Ekphrastic poetry explained



			


	



			
				


			
				


	

		
W3 – words

			


	

		

one afternoon nearby…





consonance and assonance
such annoyance
buoyant and flamboyant
words should be in abundance
don't use redundancy
have endurance





Joining David’s W3 challenge:





    

  • Write a poem of at least six lines that’s heavy on consonance, assonance, or both;

      

    • Consonance: repetition of identical consonant sounds;
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    • Assonance: repetition of similar vowel sounds.
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renewal

			


	

		

first tulip of the season in my garden





searching
magical wings
wandering without zeal
reaching the top and looking down
weakness
I'm powerless against the will
random resolution
time to renew
deep breath






As the first tulips start to bloom in my garden, I know it’s time to renew, to make changes, to let go of things that aren’t worth keeping and welcome the new, the possibilities, to make decisions, not always the best ones, but the ones that my body and mind are craving. 





Tanka Tuesday this week is about Easter, with a flower image as inspiration. I’ve chosen a butterfly cinquain as a form for my poem, nothing better than a butterfly to remind us of rebirth, renewal, and transformation.