A Tanka
Category: Classical poetry
Acrostic ….Adventure…..challenge
Are you familiar with the Acrostic poem? Where you write a word vertically down a page and fit an apposite word or sentence for each line?
Acrostic Style – This is a poem that is constructed in such a way that the first letter of each
line can be compiled together to spell one or more words. They may often be the same as
the title.
This example is particularly clever it begins and ends with Stroud,
by Paul Hansford –
Set among hills in the midst of five valleyS,
This peaceful little market town we inhabiT
Refuses (vociferously!) to be a conformeR.
Once home of the cloth it gave its name tO,
Uphill and down again its streets lead yoU.
Despite its faults it leaves us all charmeD.
Here is a one ended acrostic for adventure.
Adventure
Addictive activity
Voyage into new territory
Extreme excitement
Navigating new pathways
Thrill seeking comes in different colours
Unlimited opportunities
Risk or risk averse there are opportunities to
Experience adventure.
Any one care to try one in the comments section or challenge me to do a different one?
Ticking Clock
Late nights turn quickly to early morning
As I recognise the spark of an idea
Whilst the ticking clock issues no warning
Space between the second hand is falling
Recognising potential could be the reason
Late nights turn quickly to early morning
I will have recognised a new dawning
of ideas, to be pushed in the arena
Whilst the ticking clock issues no warning
Between punctuation and profundities crossing
I do not recognise my tired demeanor
Late nights turn quickly into early mornings
Lack of sleep, causes serious mourning
Tomorrow I will recognise this schema
Whilst the ticking clock issues no warning
Without rhyme or reason need becomes longing
Recognising insomnia and amensia
Late nights turn into early mornings
The ticking clock issues no warning
Written in the Villanelle form.
Fire a Terza Rima
You are creator, destroyer, transformer
Which will you be, as you play your guitar
I wanted love to be your reformer
You spark and sizzle your essence aflare
You consume, it’s your way of persistance
Your music, just one way, to lay souls bare
You are a blaze, shown with consistence
To consume all the love in your path
You conjoin and snuff other’s existence
If I stay you will ignite your wrath
My love fuel, for your ego deployer
The outcome from raging fire, certain death
I need to escape become your purifyer
You are creator, transformer, destroyer
A megabyte of madness
A megabyte of madness – A Villanelle
You became a megabyte of madness
Since we met life’s never been the same
We frankly share happiness and sadness
No false catechism staunches blackness
We listen truly and do not shame
You became a megabyte of madness
We share our secrets with a cheerfulness
Plus a tut or maybe two, but never blame
We frankly share happiness and sadness
Friends across the ether, so priceless
Fate introduced us on a word game
You became a megabyte of madness
We highlight most of our flaws, with bluntness
But you cheer me when my world is aflame
We frankly share happiness and sadness
To say we are in love would be baseless
A different emotion we sustain
You became a megabyte of madness
We frankly share happiness and sadness
Bridge….. a Clogyrnach
The clogyrnach (klawg-ur-NAWK’) is one of the 24 traditional Welsh poetry forms. It is a stanzaic, syllabic and rhymed form. Each stanza consists of 32 syllables and two rhymes. It can be written three different ways, in 6, 5, or 4 lines, as described below.
This is not a difficult form to craft, but if done with care it can create some amazingly beautiful works. Here are the three patterns which may be used:
(1)
x x x x x x x A
x x x x x x x A
x x x x B
x x x x B
x x B
x x A
(2)
x x x x x x x A
x x x x x x x A
x x x x B
x x x x B
x x B x x A
(3)
x x x x x x x A
x x x x x x x A
x x x x B
x x x x B x x B x x A
Bridge
Bridge of sighs new water flowing
Beautiful scene soft and glowing
Mirrors emotions
Feels like devotions
Love notions now showing
Bridge of sighs love has vanished
Scene now grey beauty banished
All I see is you
Now you are taboo
A bright view tarnished
Beautiful bridge flowing stream
I see you clearly in my dream
A pointer to life
Don’t get stuck in strife
Love’s drive is just one theme
Philosophical
I lay underneath star and moonlight shine
Gazing at the universes majesty
A shower of sparks across heaven’s line
Underlines lifes fragile mortality
Mother moon bathes all, universal glow
Though shadows fall creating pools of darkness
World sparkling bright as day its scars still show
From evil this bright light gives no catharsis
Can beauty and warm glow equate to love
Will good deeds and love defeat the demons
I philosophise as I gaze up above
How to learn from humanities seasons
Yet I know we do not learn from history
Each must do their best to solve life’s mystery
