In case you notice a difference in quality, I am using prompts to seek inspiration and then exploring different poetic. Some of them feel stilted to me, but others turned out rather nice. See if you can figure out which is which ;)
April 13, 2024
Living
Let air into each lung
Invite, it has begun
Varied thoughts may cross your mind
In each moment since you find
New life growing through and from you
Go capture you dreams, live anew
Moments pass, catch one that catches you
Each moment gilded in golden dew
And once you find that this is true
New thoughts will bring forth new leaves
So that breath sustains one who believes
Give your best, reach up high
Reality gives life to those who try
Once you strive and break free
Withered limbs can strengthened be
Then life once more can be renewed
How else should life be viewed?
April 14, 2024
In Paint
Vive la France
Proud hearts dance
Bleu, blanc, et rouge
No need for subterfuge
Marianne doth lead
Those who would be freed
But as she raises her colors high
What catches the eye
But how her heart laid bare
Breathes for love of France
The noblest patriot’s romance
April 15, 2024
As I mentioned, I have been trying out different poetic forms to break me out of my comfort zone and, hopefully, make more interesting reading opportunities for you, dear readers. This style is Ae Freislighe, an Irish poetic form of deep complexity. The Irish blood in my veins leaped to the challenge, but I feel I might have fallen a little short of my goals--must be the other ancestors' blood racing through my veins...
Middle
Stuck inside our ancestry
Yet somehow in the middle
Inside hides our mystery
Secrets of being little
So we weep to understand
These faces in our visage
As a world too underhand
Denies our beloved peerage
So now embrace your middleness
To reach ancestors, awestruck
Let them accept righteousness
So your pasts can be unstuck
April 16, 2024
A Bet
Any
Bet
Can
Detach
Every
Fool
Giving
His
Ilk.
Just
Kiss
Lucre,
Missing
No
Opportunity.
Place
Queens
Religiously,
Summoning
Timely
Unity.
Veritably
Winning
Xylophones
You
Zealot
~
Formless
I am formless like the dawn
Changing shape and color
With each hint of movement
From blistered sun
That rises from the horizon
To summon you back to life
With this new day
April 17, 2024
This form is French, ballade. If you know me, you know I had to give it a try. Or if you read something into my post for the 14th ;)
Not Dancing
Not dancing as this gold heart breaks
Not dancing as music moves me
Not dancing as his heart forsakes
Not dancing, my dress moving me
Not dancing, not how it should be
Not dancing though our arms may touch
Not dancing as you look to see
Not dancing, it shouldn’t mean so much
Dance not, you know what this dance takes
Dance not, lost for eternity
Dance not, stilled feet for all our sakes
Dance not, take your cues as you see
Dance not, two hearts were meant to be
Dance not, never knowing it as such
Dance not, it won’t set you free
Dance not, don’t let it be your crutch
Forbidden dance, filling lakes
Forbidden dance, ignominy
Forbidden dance, nothing makes
Forbidden dance, security
Forbidden dance, out at sea
Forbidden dance, gentle flush
Forbidden dance, brevity
Forbidden dance, leads to mush
So take this hand, let me be
When we forsake this one touch
Dance becomes peace, finally
Not dancing, it shouldn’t mean so much
April 18, 2024
Wrong
The sweetest song was so wrong
When it swore to soar along
Each rhyme, each verse, sung so terse
Sent a heart in part to hearse
The rhythm broken, a token
Of peace, release unspoken
Do we have sight to make right
All the wrongs, bad songs to fight
April 19, 2024
Wistful
Where were we
When we thought we knew love
How could we truly see
What romantics dream of
Knew not who we would be
Where are we
Reaching still across stars
Hope, change, reality
But still see bleeding scars
Wanting what should not be
