churning tides with steady beat–
A poetry blog where fairies really do fly
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Star of the Morning
a Mariner’s line of sight
A new day awaits
as Slumbrous beauty awakes;
Dawn breaks the tide of dark night.
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
Life as I know it is gone
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.
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:
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.
Hair floats down like snow
Im a tree losing my leaves
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I appear to be losing hair. I brush and loads of it flits down to the ground. I run my fingers through it and a handful is caught in my fingers. Distressing! Having once lost my hair to chemotherapy, I feel that once was enough. I think the stress of my dad’s death has caught up with me.
Senryu: similar to Haiku in form but while Haiku has themes related to nature the Senryu highlights feelings and relationships