I am sharing another poem from the archives. 🙂 During my archaeological dig through my notebooks today, I found this haiku and thought it was cute.
Sweet simple sparrow
Singing softly, staccato,
P.S. Many thanks to Brian Vos, whose prompt I linked to above, because after I shared this poem last week, he told me it would be interesting to see more of my older stuff. So, he’s the one who caused me to open Pandora’s Box. 🙂
Here is another tanka, this time with paint chips for Linda Kruschke’s prompt this week.
A voice’s new leaf:
Song on the tip of the tongue
Sharps, flats, ebony
Ivory piano keys
Play on, harmonic music
For DVerse “Meeting the Bar,” we are waltzing with our words. I’m a little late to the (dance) party. 🙂
We walk by faith not sight,
Yet faith’s more than a guess:
The Holy Trinity
Becomes soul’s welcome guest —
He teaches how to live
And how to, trusting, rest.
The life of faith is hard,
Yet also it’s a dance:
A deep relationship
To daily life enhance —
Exploring this romance.
Today’s quadrille Monday at DVerse revolves around the word “wound.” We can use either or both pronunciations / meanings of the word. I wanted to write about a certain carousel snow globe in the collection that my mom used to have (I’m not sure where it is now), but I am thinking that I can make this quadrille better. In the meantime, here it is. Continue reading
Today at DVerse, we have prosery again. This is usually very difficult for me, so I rarely try it, but this week I want to try. 🙂 However, the given line, from Rilke, is challenging: “Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things?” – from Rainer Maria Rilke, “Heartbeat.” I am also sharing this with yesterday’s Writers’ Pantry at PSU. I usually don’t share anything other than poems, so this should be fun.
There is something inside that must be spoken, before it eats its way out of its cage inside of her mind. She tries to find the words to express her secret, but with difficulty, for she can barely get any words out without shaking. She trips over those words, like stones in her path to freedom. Even the words that escape the prison of her lips do not seem to express fully what she means to say. Sadly she realizes, “Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things?”
Continuing to tremble, as if trying to shake off the chains of the past, she hugs herself and feels the beat of her own heart in the center of her chest. It is the life inside of her, which is close and which has its own, wordless song. She takes a deep breath in and begins to speak again.
Today’s official NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a Sijo, which is a traditional Korean poetry form. It’s described as similar to the haiku, but the lines are longer and, to me, it seems more complicated. I like how this turned out but am not sure if it is technically correct. Here is a site that explains in detail how to write one.
Humans did err, got caught in claws
Of death, yet Jesus came, erased
The penalty — He, our faith’s base,
This is our celebration’s cause.
This deserves more than loud applause
But a whole life: God made us heirs
With Christ, all His blessings He shares.
Bass, tenor, alto, soprano
All sing in harmony and show
Even death itself — life which dares.