I know
wholeness
snapped pieces
knitting together
painful steps
I know
laughter
echoes of memory
wishing toward tomorrow
wanting it to be.
I know
potential
dreams bouncing
around halls and walls
I know.
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Today’s http://www.NaPoWriMo.net prompt was to write ‘what you know.’
Today’s http://www.NaPoWriMo.net prompt is to write a landay. This 22 syllable couplet poetry form is a secret, underground women’s poetry in Afghanistan. I was fascinated by this article about collecting landays in the war-torn land. This secret voice tells us about the real undercurrents, the real experience, of life for these women.
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I am profoundly touched to read these secret treasures that vividly paint a reality we know so little of. This is the hidden power of poetry, to condense so much into a few lines. I like that they’re meant to morph as the lines are seized by others, and the message is intensified or modernized .
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The form is supposed to be 9 syllables on the first line, 13 on the second, but my first lines all kept turning out as 8 syllables, so I just made 14 in the second, to reach 22. (as per my Poetic Licence).
She falls through time
he’s everywhere
assumes a crime.
She’s gone to where
her heart finds home;
leaving despair
he waits by stones
then moves along,
lost while she roams.
New life, new song
Heart home, the past
She learns she’s strong
her love slips from her grasp
tears her in agony
The question must be asked
Is it him, or is it me?
For this is destiny
A journey through time
to find her love sublime.
Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt is to write a terzanelle: a cross between a villanelle and a terza rima. I chose to write on Outlander, a little awkwardly! lol But I only have half an hour to spare for this, so don’t be too demanding. 😉 The rhyme scheme is
ABA
bCB
cDC
dED
eFE
fAFA or fFAA.
It bides,
waiting out of sight.
It hides in
quivering leaf
tearful cheek
passionate heart.
It burrows
into dark places’
shines
with glorious abandon,
lingers, longing for you to see.
Poetry.
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Today’s http://www.napowrimo.net prompt is to address a poem or component of a poem. I think the goal is to use apostrophe, but that’s not what I ended up with. Will metaphor/personification do?
I am a question in disguise.
A taunting phrase
turned red herring, am I.
You’ll groan at me
while you roll your eyes.
So, I query you, dear: what am I?
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Today’s prompt from http://www.napowrimo.net is to write a riddle, in keeping with the mystery of 13. Not suffering from triskaidekaphobia, I offer this, with my tongue FIRMLY in cheek. 😉
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Shawn L. Bird 