The moon my lover
My one faithful companion
Welcomes my tired soul
It’s been a while, my fellow dVerse poets…but it is always a pleasure to be in your company. Today the challenge is to write a Jisei.
“In ancient Japanese, Chinese and Korean cultures, a practice was used at the time of death to capture the last words spoken. This practice was called jisei (in Japan) or death poem and is the “farewell poem to life.” Jisei was written by monks, samurai, the literate and poets of these cultures. Jisei was written in kanshi, waka, and haiku. Not all death poems are haiku. However, they are all in the short poem style (tanka). Kanshi is the Japanese word for Chinese poetry.” – by Gayle
Hope my haiku follows the traditional form, I welcome any correction or advice. Since it is already late in the evening, I will be sure to check all of your entries tomorrow and over the weekend.
If only I knew your love would be unkind, My unwary heart wouldn’t break in pieces. But your closeness always rendered me blind, With each step my tragedy increases.
You punish me for one foolish mistake, This merciless disdain cuts like a knife. How it burns to watch you easily forsake All my love, my years, my wasted life.
The train is leaving, taking me from here. With every traveled mile, my chains loosen more, Our three-act play is finally over, dear.
I woke up this morning, first time without a fear, Without a prospect to be called a whore, With this knowledge I will not disappear.
This sonnet is another first for me. Inspired by dVerse, I spent last hour reading about sonnets, strict rhyme schemes, octave, sestet, volta, iambic pentameter… These prompts really push me to seek new knowledge and to explore poetry in a sense I never did before. You think it’s all about translating emotions into verses, but then you discover a world of complicated forms and styles that still demand emotion at the central stage. It is a very challenging balance act and I can’t believe I enjoy it this much.
I wonder if you’d carry me for a while?
In your arms I could make another mile.
Is it fair to make it so hard,
When all I can offer is a smile.
This body is spent, broken and scarred,
And yet I long to be your guard.
You’ll forgive me when I leave,
I wish this disease came with a trading card.
In stranger’s arms you’ll seek reprieve,
Gentler hands than mine will help you grieve.
One step seems as long as a mile,
But with time you’ll forgive and believe.
Will you carry me for a while?
I’ll give you my most radiant smile.
Will you carry me down the aisle?
Although short on time, it will be worthwhile.
Over at dVerse, Gay Reiser Cannon challenged us to draw inspiration from Robert Foster’s classic Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening and write a poem in iambic tetrameter, shaping the poem in Rubaiyat stanzas originally created by Edward Fitzgerald. Each verse (except the last) follows an a-a-b-a rhyming scheme, with the b line in each stanza setting the main rhyme in the following stanza making it a chain rhyme. The end result is a rhyme scheme of AABA-BBCB-CCDC-DDDD.
I love this idea and was very eager to test my abilities in this challenge. I must admit it required a little bit more of my time and effort, but in the end, it was worth it.
“Fold a sheet of paper in half Think of a career or occupation choice On the one side of the page list 10 nouns on the other half 10 verbs that correspond to that position Now connect each of the nouns with a verb Using any of those combinations, write a 3 (or more) stanza poem with 3 (or more/or less) lines per stanza.”
Another interesting exercise that led me to a place I probably wouldn’t venture to.
You ask me Who I want to be? Dare I return back to see? Where will I find the roots to my tree? Am I free?
Tony Maude of dVerse posted an interesting challenge today. To write, how shall I call it?…Once removed Cinquain.
The Cinquain is a five-line poem, invented by Adelaide Crapsey, an American poet. The first and last lines each have 2 syllables, with the intervening lines having 4, 6 and 8 syllables respectively. Tony asked us to write a five-line poem with 3, 5, 7 ,9 and 3 syllables.
I must say this challenge really intrigued me. Since English is not even my second language, sometimes it is hard to frame my emotions in a more technical verse form. I fell in love with acrostic form and it came surprisingly easy to me. When I read this latest challenge, I thought I might try it.
So, here is my humble offering. I have no idea if it is technically correct, but I gave my best. And if you don’t try it, you’ll never learn it.
Over at dVerse Brian challenged us to break a form of poetry. This is what I would call a broken acrostic, where the last letter of each line spells out a title of my poem. Hope you enjoy my little exercise in breaking.
In the end it wont matteR
How we lose our lovE
Once we leave this asyluM
Do not dare to cry for mE
Through my words you’ll swiM
Over my stanzas you will climB
You’ll want me as your heroinE
But I always was your annihilatoR
Isn’t this life one crazy dilemmA
I find it impossible to fight addictioN
Although your touch leaves me toxiC
And still I thought you’d never break mE