Month: March 2014

Amorous Sunrise (Symbi-Haiku)

On By gimpetIn Haiku6 Comments

A new day awaits

as Slumbrous beauty awakes;

Dawn breaks the tide of dark night.

Amorous sunrise–

stomach filled with butterflies;

a morning lovers’ delight

 

Symbi Type of Poem: Symbi Background:: Symbi: is a poetry form where a poem is written within a poem in which there is a symbiotic relationship,…..hence the name Symbi. It is a six line (sestet) with syllable counts of 5/5/7/5/5/7. There is a haiku, senryu, or katauta written in the 1st line, 3rd line, and 5 line.

Picture: Fairy Dreams by Val Stokes

Felidae (Tanka)

On By gimpetIn Tanka10 Comments

Effortless grandeur
Amorous slinky padfoot
Graceful limbo walk
Ancient rhythms of sine waves
Felidae Familia

The beauty of the cat will always cause my breath to catch in my throat….

For Memoirsofadragon, “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery”.  This poem is written with an attempt to simulate his style and artistry.  While I don’t think I an match his prowess with poetry forms, I do like the results of this effort.  Thank you for always inspiring me, G!

Tanka: a haiku with a syllabic series of 5/7/5/7/7

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Elemental loss (Senryu)

On By gimpetIn Senryu9 Comments

Swirling turmoil
Life as I know it is gone
Elemental loss

∞

A friend Memoirsofadragon, took a poetry workshop and had to write a poem in TWO minutes on the following topic:

When the air is unbreathable

And the water is undrinkable

And the land is intolerable, I will:

I decided that my life this week wasn’t stressful enough (LOL) and I should try this challenge. So I grabbed a timer, set my shoulders, and pressed the start button.
True to form, my philosophy of life kicked right in: When in doubt, FREAK OUT. Wow, I was stressed. Nothing. My head screamed “I’m in turmoil”!

A-ha. When in doubt, turn to haiku!
I am in turmoil

Now what? My head said, gracious, life as I know it is gone.

A-ha
Life as I know it is gone.

Then, nothing. Utter silence. The seconds ticked by. And finally, the following summery gracefully appeared in front of my eyes:

Elemental loss

Five seconds left and I switched the first line to “swirling” and viola!  I am pretty happy with the results, it is raw and real and anguished.  Something I would definitely feel if my world had just ended.  And it mirrors my life right now, so I have a real connection to it.

Raynauds

On By gimpetIn Rhyme9 Comments

My hands are encased in fleshly ice;
in a never ending land of winter’s bane.
I have rolled a gambler’s unlucky dice
colored the blue of royal veins.
These symptoms are the price;
Raynaud’s has come to me again.
My nerveless dexterity, imprecise,
as I rub out the neuropathic pain.
My fingers, the hue of beets sliced,
ruddy red with arterial strain!
If I could this condition excise…
A thought that does entice.

I am a mummy wrapped up tight against the loss of sensation in my fingers.  Raynauds is a condition where arterial blood flow shuts down to certain areas of the body in cold conditions.  Fingers are most commonly affected.  The affected area of the body looks frostbitten and are either numb or intensely painful.  I am a prisoner inside on cold days.  I dread getting stuck on the road, for my car heater isn’t even sufficient enough to keep the symptoms from causing the blood flow to shut down.

 

Frozen (Cinquain)

On By gimpetIn Rare poetry forms1 Comment

Frost bite

Hypothermic

heart, irregular beat

with slow, thready pulse that leads to

Frozen

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Death by freezing slows the heart, freezes the body from the outside in.  Death from a broken relationship often does the same.  The heart is the last to stay alive, struggling for oxygen and warm blood flow.  But eventually it slows, chills and turns to ice.  For Aunt Jean, RIP.

Picture: brigitte-fredensborg.deviantart.com

Cinquain: 5 lines. Line one: 2 syllables, line two: 4 syllables, line three: 6 syllables, line 4: 8 syllables, line five: 2 syllables