Heart’s Birth: A Haibun*

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Fierce wind drops, noisy wind blows, flood water inside our house flows. My clumsy-self tries so hard to tie my only pair of shoe, I have to go to school, it’s my sole due. School’s our only hope, that’s our home’s breath. Family’s in falling slope, quitting school means death.

courageous heart was
born with home’s tough winter’s breath
dream on, mom ‘ways said.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Data


In response to Daily Post: Breath and Napowrimo Day 18.

 

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates “the sound of home.” Think back to your childhood, and the figures of speech and particular ways of talking that the people around you used, and which you may not hear anymore.

*Haibun

Haibun is a joining of prose and haiku. Originating in Japan, found as far back as the 10th century and made popular by Basho in the 17th century, it is autobiographic often taking the form of a travelogue. Modern haibun usually draws its inspiration from everyday events. The form usually opens with prose which is short narrative. It sets the scene or describes a specific moment in objective detail. The haiku that follows relates to the core of the prose bringing emotional insight through an intensified image. There can be one or more prose-haiku combinations.

  • The prose describes in depth a scene or moment in a detached manner. It should be brief, concise and poetic. It is written in present tense and does not give away the moment of insight that should be revealed in the haiku that follows.
  • The haiku should not be in direct relationship with the prose but bring a different slant to the images to heighten the emotion drawn from the defining moment of the prose revealed in the haiku. It should not repeat words or phrases from the prose.

Dear News: Three Sept*

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Dear News: Three Sept*

Once
I dreamed
of writing,
seeing my name
in front of
daily
news.

As
I read
chaotic
election, war,
I can’t help
but just
sigh.

My
dream snapped
like tulip
killed by winter.
Dear news, I
once loved
you.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Sergey Zolkin


In response to Daily Post: Snap and Napowrimo Day 16.

 

Today, I challenge you to fill out, in no more than five minutes, the following “Almanac Questionnaire,” which solicits concrete details about a specific place (real or imagined). Then write a poem incorporating or based on one or more of your answers.

Almanac Questionnaire:

Weather: Winter

Flora: Tulip

Architecture: Cave

Customs: Giving

Mammals/reptiles/fish: Rabbit

Childhood dream: Writing

Found on the Street: Cars

Export: Fruits

Graffiti: Bold

Lover: Dear

Conspiracy: Politics

Dress: Skirt

Hometown memory: Streams

Notable person: Mitch Albom

Outside your window, you find: Hummingbirds

Today’s news headline: Election

Scrap from a letter: I once loved you.

Animal from a myth: Phoenix

Story read to children at night: David and Goliath

You walk three minutes down an alley and you find: Trash

You walk to the border and hear: Jason Mraz and Sara Bareilles

What you fear: Dead

Picture on your city’s postcard: Buildings

*Sept

The Sept is a simple invented form patterned after the number 7.

The Sept is:

  • a heptastich, a poem in 7 lines.
  • syllabic, 1-2-3-4-3-2-1 syllables in each line.
  • unrhymed.

Read more of my Napowrimo 2016 poems here!

 

Inside My Suitcase-Heart: A Double Acrostic*

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Who’s inside my suitcase-heart? It’s for you to find out. ❤

Inside My Suitcase-Heart: A Double Acrostic*

Mind’s amazed with Taj
yet I don’t want to
let grandiose acts
obscure essence of love.
Vivid sincere acts that sweep,
enough, ‘cause my heart’s easy to reach.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Pixabay


In response to Daily Post: Suitcase and Napowrimo Day 15.

 

Because today marks the halfway point in our 30-day sprint, today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates the idea of doubles. You could incorporate doubling into the form, for example, by writing a poem in couplets. Or you could make doubles the theme of the poem, by writing, for example, about mirrors or twins, or simply things that come in pairs. Or you could double your doublings by incorporating things-that-come-in-twos into both your subject and form.

*Double Acrostic

Double Acrostic was a popular verse in the 1800s apparently spurred by Queen Victoria’s favoritism. She is said to have used this technique in her own writing. It was sometimes viewed more as a puzzle to be solved than a verse form. The verse can either spell the same word down the first letter of each line margin and the lastletter of each line margin or spell a word or phrase down the first letter of the line and another word or phrase up the last letter of the line.

This piece is said to have been written by Queen Victoria and was found at
Poems of Today and Yesterday

NapleS
ElbE
WashingtoN
CincinnatI
AmsterdaM
StambouL
TorneA
LepantO
EcliptiC

You figured it out? 😀

Read more of my Napowrimo 2016 poems here!

 

Giggling Innocence: A San San*

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Giggling Innocence: A San San*

Your sweet giggling innocence
screams, awakes asleep mem’ry.
Mind’s screaming silence now ends
as I hear soothing cadence,
your voice soothes chained spirit free.
Screaming silence now giggles,
your giggling innocence sends
soothing cadence that tickles.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Danielle MacInnes


In response to Daily Post: Giggle and Napowrimo Day 14.

 

Today’s prompt comes to us from TJ Kearney, who invites us to try a eight-line poem called a san san, which means “three three” in Chinese (It’s also a term of art in the game Go).

*San San

The san san has some things in common with the tritina, including repetition and rhyme. In particular, the san san repeats, three times, each of three terms or images. The eight lines rhyme in the pattern a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d.

I repeat giggle, soothe and scream. 🙂

Read more of my Napowrimo 2016 poems here!

 

Bedtime Aphorism: An Anna*

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Bedtime Aphorism: An Anna*

Moon beam’s
fin’lly here
magneting us
‘neath the bed that’s ours
to share, snuggle
forever,
my dear.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Charlie Hang


In response to Daily Post: Bedtime and Napowrimo Day 13.

 

The number 13 is often considered unlucky, so today I’d like to challenge you to beat the bad luck away with a poem inspired by fortune cookies.

*Anna

The Anna was invented in honor of Arkansas, poet and news columnist, Anna Nash Yarbrough by James R. Gray of California. This creator suggests the theme for this metric verse be love.

The Anna is:

  • a heptastich, a poem in 7 lines.
  • metric, iambic pattern, L1 dimeter, L2 trimeter, L3 tetrameter, L4 pentameter, L5 tetrameter, L6 trimeter and L7 dimeter.
  • unrhymed.

Newspaper’s Noise: A Neville*

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Newspaper’s Noise: A Neville*

Nervous, hurried, keyboard taps serve
nest for stories’ mind.
Never, eyes can’t be blind
news‘re inclined to evil’s curve.
No, good news exist but
no one can ever shut
noise of society’s evil nerves.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Matt Popovich


In response to Daily Post: Newspaper and Napowrimo Day 12.

 

Today, I challenge you to write your own index poem. You could start with found language from an actual index, or you could invent an index, somewhat in the style of this poem by Thomas Brendler.

*Neville

Neville is a verse form with a combination of trimeter and tetrameter lines, created in honor of Mrs. Neville Saylor by James B. Gray.

The Neville is:

  • a heptastich, a poem in 7 lines.
  • metric, L1, L4, & L7 are iambic tetrameter and L2,L3,L5 & L6 are iambic trimeter.
  • rhymed, rhyme scheme abbacca.

Read more of my Napowrimo 2016 poems here!

Seaside Surprise: A Palette*

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Seaside Surprise: A Palette*

Crystal clear sea misplaces, hugs
pristine, soft, sun-bathed sand,
young pelicans roams and glide,
golden soleil smiles from above,
as warm whispers of breeze dries
your fresh blood in my hands.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Zack Minor


In response to Daily Post: Misplaced and Napowrimo Day 11.

 

Today, I challenge you to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.

*Palette

The Palette creates a vivid word painting within a brief and lyrical poem. It is simply a short poem, using vivid imagery. This genre was specified by Viola Berg. There is no prescribed structure or rhyme. The only mandate is the poem should create a brilliant image in the reader’s mind.

The Palette is:

  • a word painting.
  • framed at the discretion of the poet.

Read more of my Napowrimo 2016 poems here!

Heart vs Mind: A Somonka*

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Heart vs Mind: A Somonka*

Superstitious mind
intelligence beyond heart
mind over matter
neurons versus heart’s fast beats
who should be your life’s leader?

Fear not ‘i love you’
sometimes they are really true
nonetheless, let heart
beat with your clever brain’s wit
’cause love needs both: heart and mind.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

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In response to Daily Post: Superstition and Napowrimo Day 9.

 

Today, I challenge you to write a poem that includes a line that you’re afraid to write.

*Somonka

The Somonka, is a Japanese verse form that takes the frame of 2 tankas and carries a central theme of love. From that point there are differences of opinion in the scope of the subject and in how many poets are involved. The earliest Somonkas can be found as far back as the Man’yôshû, 1st century AD. They were the exchange of romantic poems between court lovers. Viola Berg’s Pathways For a Poet-1973 refers to the Somonka as the Rengo.

The Somonka is:

  • a poem in 10 lines, made up of 2 tankas.
  • syllabic, 5-7-5-7-7 5-7-5-7-7 syllables per line.
  • composed in the form of statement-response,
  • often written by 2 poets, one writing the statement the other the response but a single poet can write both parts.
  • titled.
  • unrhymed.
  • built around the theme of love.

Old Rose: A Rhupunt*

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Old Rose: A Rhupunt*
(A Fictional Love Letter)

Exudes radiance
sweet, soft fragrance
amid thorn’s glance
my heart sighs fine.

Bold red now fades
with days you aged
my love’s not caged
you are still mine.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Ravi Pinisetti


In response to Daily Post: Tricky and Napowrimo Day 8.

 

Today, I challenge you to add your own poem to this long tradition, by finding a flower, and versifying in its honor.

*Rhupunt

Rhupunt, rhée-pint is as old as Welsh poetry and is found in the earliest writings in the Black Book of Carmarthen (late 12th century). It is the 13th codified Welsh meter, an Awdl,

The Rhupunt is:

  • written in a single line with optional length. It may be written in 3, 4, or 5, four syllable phrases. The phrases are mono-rhymed, all except the last phrase.
  • most often paired with another rhupunt to form a rhyming couplet.
  • stanzaic, the stanza length is optional since the line can be separated by phrase into a triplet, quatrain or cinquain, depending on the number of phrases written.
  • rhymed. The internal mono-rhyme changes from line to line or if separated, from stanza to stanza but the end syllable of the line is a linking rhyme from line to line or if separated, stanza to stanza.
    xxx A xxx A (xxx A) (xxx A) xxx B
    xxx C xxx C (xxx C) (xxx C) xxx Bx x x A
    x x x A
    x x x A
    x x x B

    x x x C
    x x x C
    x x x C
    x x x B

Hay-stacked Soul

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Hay-stacked Soul

In a dusty old barn your lost soul stays
buried under a thousand of dull dry hay
in doubt if there is hope to even pray.

When is the last time you solemnly pray?
during those blissful years your life once stayed?
when you harvest sweet fruits, not lifeless hay?

Life wheel’s now turned, you now live with stacked hay,
do you think your weary soul can still pray?
or will you choose a sea of grief soul-stay?

—you won’t stay in the midst of hay, just pray.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Nick Scheerbart


In response to Daily Post: Faraway and Napowrimo Day 7.

 

Our (optional) prompt for Day Seven comes to us from Gloria Gonsalves, who challenges us all to write a tritina.

*Tritrina

The Tritrina is a very short form of the Sestina introduced by American poet Marie Ponsot.
The Tritrina is:

  • stanzaic, written in 3 tercets followed by a single line envoy.
  • metric, iambic pentameter.
  • written with an enfolding end word pattern of
    stanza 1: 123
    stanza 2: 312
    stanza 3: 231
    envoi: 123