as my usual- 😬 apologies for errors in form and format-🙃… and sincerely, for my absence here and over at yours… 🥴🙃… soon 🤞🤍🙏
Nancy’s prompt: Shadorma This week, let’s write shadorma poems.
The shadorma is a compact Spanish syllabic form built from a six-line stanza with a strict syllable pattern: 3 / 5 / 3 / 3 / 7 / 5 (26 syllables total). It is typically unrhymed, and a poem may consist of a single stanza or a series of stanzas.
When darkness fell she battled thoughts as her emotions fought to breathe through the cracks. Each sunrise came as a scintilla of hope … for light for warmth for life … but they never quite reached.
Silent fell the tears but fell it did as she waited for that sunrise that held a promise not near fulfilled … and dawned the day her tears begged for a voice – and it’s here she finally screamed. It echoed around her loud … so painfully loud… violently it vibrated against the cracks…tearing them open at last …
She felt the cracking within her too …
…and she lay amidst the debris, not fully awake yet, but the warmth from the sun – she felt it …
A stumbling 🥴… but fun attempt at an Echo verse (and annoying my muse 🙃 ) Apologies for errors in form or format…🙏🤍
…and a huge thanks to David – my first attempt at poetry began with his W3 poetry prompt…🌷🙏🤍
that October night i fondly recall ~ call 🙃
the memories flow so soft to fall ~ all 🫠
me fighting demons from my couch ~ ouch 🤕
thus saw my thoughts to me confess ~ yesss 😉
words explode…my dark alight ~ light ✨️
the nights then mine as i first wrote ~ rote 🤭
till my words found a place to belong at last ~ last 🤍
alas but the next of my first comes around ~ round 🙆🏻♀️
from my missing muse to words fall apart ~ part 🫤
uncomprehending of this stagnant flow ~ oww 🥴
words suffocated to a ‘nonsense spew’ ~ ew 🤢
uninspired by emotions my words crash ~ shush 😱
no words to write these wounds to right ~ right 😲
the nerve of my muse this to that fro ~fro… fro…fro 🙄
from awesome to lonesome to murdersome ~ hmmmm 🤔
and my journey of thoughts go on and on ~ on-on-on 😵💫
the story of my words and me word-less ~ lessss 🥴
ah – but that October night and I – sigh … 😋
O’Nika’s prompt: Echo verse
Write an echo poem about a first — first love, first heartbreak, first bike ride, first apartment, first snowfall, first pet, first anything that mattered. Show us how you felt — excited, embarrassed, afraid, proud, uncertain. Include at least one variation of one of these words: Early (earlier, earliest) Begin (beginning, began, begun, begins) Primary (primarily, primaries) Start (start, started, starting, starts) Let the repetition do some of the emotional work; and have fun with the echo!
in the fading whispers of fallen leaves … leaves that hold the memory of passing winds …. winds weaving between low hanging branches alive in its viridian green – they touch softly the amber-washed warmth of this sturdy bridge… and me …
I have stood here before – still searching, still reaching …. these hands clashing then … with nothing. The present had never felt more … empty.
…and now – the lush branches, the trees in its forest, this bridge, the wind and its fallen leaves, and i … i am here … present in their presence …
beyond the moment there exists a period unpromised by time…
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