Category: Poetic Forms
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Pantoum for Gnomes Poems
If The Wind Be a ship and her sea a moon, travelling run and drift a trimmed sail is a whirlwind, occasional dew and mist. travelling run and drift in avoidance of its fury, occasional dew and mist, is uncertainty of direction. in avoidance of its fury, sailing around a compass, is uncertainty of direction,…
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2 Easy for Miz Quickly
Got Me on My Knees He’s been arguing with himself these days. It’s all gone wrong. Been wronged. It’s a paler shade of broken, he says, while he argues with the mirror, and longs for her legs. A lost prisoner to her songs. And he falls into blond on blond dreams, begging Layla, you’ve got…
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Friday’s Gnomes Forms: “Sijo”
Poetic Form: Sijo: Three lines. Each line varies between 14 and 16 syllables, with the middle line the longest. The first line states a theme, the second line counters it, and the third line resolves the poem. for: Gnomes Notes: Taarab (or tarab) def https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taarab
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Friday Forms: Acrostic “Lock”
Lock Like those dark times of despair, Or perilous paths and folly, she Could never let the pain lock her Kind heart or principles away. Acrostic poem form for Gnomes
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dVerse Quadrille #38
She Forgot to Weep my mother’s years call her to rest. says, it’s a long-lost dream. cold winter mountains. just a bit of sleep. comes with heart’s desire, care-free as a new dress. those old joys: her long-lost bright gleam; youth. her dreams know nothing of old lips. Quadrille #38: Dreams
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dVerse Quadrille #37
He Dreams of Gin When he dreams of gin, he takes this, not that road. This fork, not that one. Claims that despair’s his wisdom — he’s no damned fool. Blasphemy is vanity’s prayer, he says. This man fears his dying sounds. He sleeps with rats. He dreams of gin. dVerse’s Quadrille #37:…
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Haibun #40: Summer
Lemonade Daze That particular summer was endlessly hot. The sun withered my sister and me into fragility, splayed us in a reach for breezes as we sheltered in dark corners. We whined when mum insisted we go outside and play. “You two act like you’re afflicted, struck by some serious brain condition.” So we stalked…
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