Forest

This is a sonnetina quattro for the latest decastich challenge. This is a 10-line poem consisting of a sestet and a quatrain and is written in (roughly) iambic tetrameter.


We once had many trees and grass
Where this city currently stands,
Now if we have some luck we pass
A park, among asphalt islands.
Environment is made of glass,
Yet careless are most human hands.

There was a forest, with life filled,
Endangered by ambition’s plow,
How much of that life has been stilled,
And concrete is our forest now.

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What Happened?

I wrote this one yesterday….


What Happened?

What happened to neighbors

Borrowing cups of sugar from each other?

What happened to neighbors?

 

What happened to sitting on the

Front porch on a summer evening?

What happened to front porches?

What happened to sitting outside?

 

What happened to orange groves

And lemons smiling yellow, on the

Sides of tree-lined streets?

What happened to the trees?

 

What happened to having roots,

And how can we branch out without them?

Math Tutoring

I wrote this while thinking about my job, which I love. However, most of my students would rather be doing anything other than extracurricular math. This poem is my first attempt at a sonnetina cinque. I hope I did this form correctly.


Delightful is my work to me but not
To all the children who arrive each day,
They sometimes do not do the work they ought,
They would prefer to go outside and play
Then do their math, so for patience I pray.
Delightful is my work to me although
Some students find it fun to misbehave,
I hope that all of my dear students know
That I care much for them, and I will save
These memories, as they their futures pave.

Patience

Here is a response to the latest decastich challenge from Linda Luna, the mirror oddquain. I thought that was a very…odd…name for a type of poem, but it comes from the word “cinquain.” Cinquains have line lengths of 2, 4, 6, 8, and 2 syllables, but oddquains use only odd numbers: 1, 3, 5, 7, and 1. Mirror oddquains are made up of two oddquains, but the second one is “flipped,” so that the final syllable count is 1/3/5/7/1/1/7/5/3/1. Now, without any further ado, here is my poem. Thank you for your patience. 🙂


Take

A moment

To just breathe, and be,

There’s no need to constantly

Work —

Rest,

And it will be evident,

What a precious gift

That patience

Gives.

 

Library

Inspired by a visit to my city library today and Linda Luna’s new decastich challenge, I wrote this mirror cinquain. The syllables are 2/4/6/8/2/2/8/6/4/2. Also shared with DVerse Open Link Night.


Get lost

In shelves of books,

Open pages like wings,

Beautiful covers inspiring

Reading.

Learning,

Making better places in which

To live, both eyes and hearts

And minds must be

Open

Now and Not Yet

This is another decastich form, introduced to me by Linda Luna, called a dectina refrain. This form is like an Etheree, but the last line is a compilation of the first four lines. I wrote this a few days ago.


There

Is a

Gulf between

Now and not yet —

Insurmountable

It seems, but just maybe —

Someday I will have passed it,

These difficulties behind me —

But that time is nowhere near today.

There is a gulf between now and not yet.

Trying

Linda Luna’s lastest decastich (10-line poem) challenge is the reverse etheree. I have written a few and finally have one to share. I have been having a difficult time lately and so have many other people I know. My hope is that, through hope and companionship, none of us will fall into discouragement or despair.

Also shared with OLN #214.


Times of darkness, anxiety, sorrow,

Barely surviving ’til tomorrow,

Times of trial, hope nebulous,

Happen to each one of us.

Let’s gather together

To fight the despair,

And climb mountains,

Through all these

Trying

Times.