My retreat

The hideaway down the hill. – my retreat

So hard to beat the views spill

Sky and sea, night and day thrill
The moon in all her glory stuns – brilliant bright

Glowing light, magic truth runs

My writers muse, wildly comes
This the land of fairytale – a world fey

Fairies play, see in the dale

Moonbeams spotlight all detail
Or if in prosaic mood see – just beauty

So spooky, breath- taking free

Creativity the key.

ENGLYN PENFYR

Let’s kick things off with something new for most of you, I’m sure. This is one of the least well-known poetry forms–an old Welsh form called the ENGLYN PENFYR. It is syllabic and rhymed in nature, as opposed to metered, but the use of internal crossover rhymes lends it a very rhythmic quality.
The poem is comprised of three line stanzas, and each line has a rhyming word in the seventh position. A three syllable caesura is added to line #1, which cross-rhymes with the first three syllables of line #2.
This short form appears simple, but can be quite challenging to craft cleanly, making it all the more pleasing when it finally fits together.

Butterfly or Moth updated 

Butterfly or Moth,

Beautiful markings plight it’s troth,

The one gets applauded, the other disdained,

Yet each is beautiful, if we view unrestrained,

The day and the night,

Each has a part, if we use our foresight,

Butterfly or Moth, just look and see,

A beautiful creature born to be free.
Butterfly or Moth,

Which do you see?

When you look at people,

When you look at me,

Are your judgements valid,

More than skin deep?

Do you look, beneath the surface,

Your judgement to meet.
Butterfly or Moth,

Beautiful markings plight it’s troth,

The one gets applauded the other disdained,

Yet each is beautiful, if we view unrestrained.

Communicating Emotions

When a smile lights  up a face,

Warms the soul, leaves a trace,

Joy and happiness fit the bill.
Halt
Sometimes misery adds a chill,

Frown and glower sets the face,

For despair we have to brace.
Re group
Try to find the bud of hope,

Nurture it expand its scope,

Don’t rail about the tides of fate,

Or sour yourself with dishes of hate.
Relax

Look inside for inner peace

Celebrate every kindness feat.

When a smile lights up a face

Joy beams out and adds some grace.