Lonely Flower #haiku #photography #poetry

Striving Alone

 dead the stone grass

no home for me

(this photograph and haiku led to the Villanelle below)

Striving all alone

none can understand

I lie here as a stone

*

you hear not my pain’s groan

faint lifting of my hand

striving all alone

*

stripped clean like a bone

winter fell upon this land

I lie here as a stone

*

love I failed to own

life sifted like the sand

striving all alone

*

cold cannot atone

dark heart they call you man

I, silent as a stone

*

death has called me home

relieved of golden band

strived this life alone

I lie here as a stone

*

 This “Little Ones” episode is about the Burmese poetry form ‘Thanbauk’. It consists of three lines of four syllables each. Traditionally, they are full of humor. It also has a rhyme in it. The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second, and on the second syllable of the third.

X X X A
X X A X
X A X X
*

The highly structured villanelle is a nineteen-line poem with two repeating rhymes and two refrains. The form is made up of five tercets followed by a quatrain. The first and third lines of the opening tercet are repeated alternately in the last lines of the succeeding stanzas; then in the final stanza, the refrain serves as the poem’s two concluding lines. Using capitals for the refrains and lowercase letters for the rhymes, the form could be expressed as: A1 b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 A2.

Carpe Diem’s freestyle prompt Lonely Flower

He Loves Me He Loves Me NOT #valentines day

 

Like a girl I pull a petal

eagerly waiting the answer

“He loves me

He loves me not

He…”

I pulled the petals

from the flower of love

What did they say?

He loves me…

My eyes through their window you could see

Lips that sang under yours

Calderon of desire

He loves me not…

A trick of the petals I see

but they will not get the better of me

He…

Who was given the petal?

I would like to know!

It cannot last

Why does one petal make the difference?

Passion in the night

Empty embrace is in the dawn – indifference

He loves me…

He

loves

me

NOT

Fair thee well petal

I shall find new discovery in

the fragrant petal of

He

Loves

Me

Photo “He loves me not” L. Moon copyright 2011

The End of Summer (a poem)

She looked up at the sun

her face fresh as Spring

which had departed

Summer on the wing

***

She wanted to cry

but no one would hear

everyone wanted Fall

that was evidently clear

***

She was resolved to her fate

to be the last one

that beautiful face

that shone in the sun

***

A sister would rise

next year that was true

but her end was at hand

her life almost through

*****

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