Poem

September 26, 2016

Quadrille for dVerse and New to Me Poetry: Cold

Shadow

Lost in the dark

No smiles soar my spirit

The light bent to your grace and whim

‘Til one day you flew away and things changed

Now my face warms from stolen sun

Yet joy eludes my thoughts

I liked the cold

Shadow

For Quadrille Monday at dVerse. The challenge is to write a poem using 44 words and I decided to do it in Rictameter Verse. The style is explained here, but it is a relatively simple form. However the trick, as always, lies in the execution. The only requirement is a strict syllable count: 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2 with the first line repeating as the last line. The style can be rhyming or not depending on how you feel. I went with non-rhyming and I hope you enjoy.

J. Milburn

September 19, 2016

Fly High, Pretty Girl

Bright smiles always lifted my heart,

and a soul drawn to healing art,

laughter, friends, music, adventure,

made me privileged to know her.

Stolen away during the night,

now my days have too little light,

while my emotions remain numb,

and my tongue feels heavy and dumb.

Our time with you was far too short,

but now your essence will hold court,

over all these lands you will roam,

just remember to stop by home.

All over this now darkened world,

friends now say “Fly high, pretty girl”.

 

My attempt at a Cyhydedd Fer Sonnet. I found the information on the structure at The Poet’s Garret. I hope you like it.

J. Milburn

January 31, 2014

PTWWW & New To Me Poetry: Epigrams

For the Paint The World With Words “Be Inspired Challenge” this week, we are playing with Epigrams. An Epigram is defined as, “a pithy saying or remark expressing an idea in a clever and amusing way.”

My epigram came from wondering what the hell I was going to write for an epigram:

In the recess of thought, great words sit;
awaiting the writer to unleash their wit.
They lay in silence and pique’d fit;
for most, including me, aren’t up to it.
 

I also decided to try my hand at some other epigrams:

Faith is a five-year-old’s belief in parents perfection. Wisdom is the realization they are not.

I love movies. They divorce people from reality, who in turn divorce each other because their reality is not a movie. 

Writers strive to reveal society’s troubles. Society obliges by giving them so much to write about.

Zeal is great…until it crosses to zealotry. Then, not so much.

Hope you enjoy.

Happy Reading and Writing!

January 29, 2014

Haibun Thinking: Love’s Wrath

Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm
Robert Burns

Fire propels her hand to a blur. The rasp of metal against stone, the technique taught to her by a once-love, fills the yawning maw of blackness inside with its star-sparks. She caresses her cold companion; so unlike flesh in its rigidity and focus of purpose.

In its faithfulness.

Trembling fingers slip. Crimson blossoms in a slow fury. The empty pillow next to her falls victim to sharp rage. Practice for when he stumbles in from his “business” meeting later.

tip of blade glistens
careless hands destroy two lives-
love’s flame fanned to rage
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

For Haibun Thinking. This week’s prompts are the quote from a Robert Burns poem, as well as a photo prompt you can find on the challenge site. The quote stirred feelings of betrayal and vengeance, so my haibun reflects that. Head on over and join in with your own haibun.

Hope you enjoy.

Happy Reading and Writing!

J. Milburn