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This is a poem I entered quite some time ago, and then lost track of. It's a double tetractys, and I used the descending count (10 4 3 2 1) followed by the ascending one (1 2 3 4 10) to suggest the ebb between two wave surges.
The surf explodes upon black rugged rocks
a roaring beast
back to the sea,
marshalling rage to launch the next assault.
This is something I wrote for a poetry contest on the site nearly a year ago. I hope you enjoy it.
I sat myself down with the leather-clad poet
My mission: to capture his essence in ink.
The sleepy eyed singer of Doors fame waited
as my head filled with nothing; I forgot how to think.
The Lizard King put up his feet on the table
and hummed a few notes as I stood on the brink
of finding the ultimate question for him
He pulled out a whiskey – we both took a drink.
The questions were flowing, and so was the booze.
The answers I wrote soon became indistinct
Jim drank most of the bottle, I’m sure! He was soon
yawning in Technicolor into the sink.
Jim dropped his pants, mooned the world from his door
and shouting he stumbled, then fell to the floor
I wish I could write the account of our meeting,
But my notes begin “Jim,…”; I can make out no more.
This was my entry in the first Writing Trinity poetry competition on the site, for which the challenge was to weave the words mahogany, dreaming, and afterthought into a poem. Although I did not win, I anm happy with the way the poem turned out.
The warmth of your body melts into me
musk and patchouli, your fragrance divine
a cinnamon afterthought wafts from your lips
I lie wrapped around you, at consummate peace
jealous moon watches from October skies
as the world of my thoughts is solely comprised
of mahogany skin, and caramel eyes
The tide of your breathing, a somnolent sea
A moan escapes you as dreaming you lie
You wake for a moment, and grant me a smile
then settle in closer and we both drift asleep
lonely moon watches from October skies
but the world of my thoughts is solely comprised
of your satin mahogany skin,
and your sparkling caramel eyes.
I will post Haiku poems (plural Haiku) in this blog entry. The first one I posted here, however, I refined, and then added three more, to form a four-haiku cycle, one for each season. I submitted it to the Soft Whispers Seventeen Syllables anthology, and it was accepted an 10 April, 2010.
I probably won't title any of the haiku I write. It seems counter to the spirit of the art form to add a title to a poem of 17 or fewer syllables.
A thousand ghostly serpents stretch
pale heads above the lake,
warning the rising white wavering
Fearless a grey shell among them slips.
Shadowed pilot lets oars drift
launches a silent line;
a soft plop; the figure waits
A starling squawks, the only sound
to pierce the peaceful air.
The figure lifts his arm once more
another plop, and rippling rings
Then a splash, the rod bends down
the snake heads veer away
as water churns and figure turns
Net dips down,
brings silvery prize
The figure bends to take the oars
and glides ahead once more.
And baits the hook
while silence reigns
(This is a poem I started on 10July2007, and finished revising on 12July2007)