snowdrops and broken hearts: a monorhyme*

Pluck one, and then two,
hold those tears, though true,
“He loves you not.” Chew

perished juice— his rue.
Pluck three, four, five. Phew.
Let him go. Adieu.

Enough of flower’s woo,
your chapter is through.
Spit the seed ‘side you.

Beside your window’s view,
sink yesterday’s blue,
water with hope’s brew.

Wait for spring’s hue
where snowdrops grew.
Pluck not, rebirthed. New…

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For dVerse Poetics: Sylvia and Ted.
The challenge is to write a poem in the format and style of either Plath or Hughes. It must be about something that grows or multiplies and is in some way invasive.
I picked Plath’s format: Plath’s lines are very short, with nearly every line consisting of five syllables; Plath’s poem is arguably feminine in tone.
I also used the monorhyme format – which means all lines are rhyming. 🙂

f l u i d f a i t h

Feeble waves made
of infant dusk’s soft wind,

liquid mirror glows
with sunset’s pastel rind.

Fallen plumeria floats,
decaying but still blooming,

faith, be fluid like water —
rippling, shape-shifting, unending.

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Inspired by dVerse Poetics: Water, Water Everywhere . 

Malleus Maleficarum


Malleus Maleficarum: A Monorhyme

Your words enchanting,
her cold heart melting.

Your skills in spell binding,
stopped her from searching—

the truth of lying
the ache of loving
the death of living.

But like a star twinkling
a velvet night ending,
a witch retiring,
you start fading.

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Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!)


A Monorhyme is a poem in which all the lines have the same end rhyme.


Dying, Darling


Dying, Darling: A Monorhyme*

As I lay dying
I’ll be rememb’ring…

Your tired hands so caring,
sharp words yet encouraging,
big round eyes yet endearing,
non-singer voice yet calming.

Most of all as I lay dying,
my soul will be smiling,
with the faith it is carrying,
the best heirloom from you, mother darling.

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This is written for my dearest Nanay, who celebrates her 45th birthday today. ❤

In response to May Book Prompts –  by Sarah Doughty and MahWrites.

Today’s prompt is As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner.

As I Lay Dying

A *Monorhyme is a poem in which all the lines have the same end rhyme.


Mirror: A Monorhyme


Mirror: A Monorhyme
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Look me in the eye,
remove your mask of lie,
listen to your own sigh,
touch you deeper ‘I’.

No one knows why,
deep inside you die,
though you can try,
to let go and just cry.

When your tears run dry,
and you’ve bid goodbye
to hatred and lie,
you can finally fly.

Photo credit: Thomas Brault

In response to Blogging from A to Z ChallengeM is for Monorhyme.


A Monorhyme is a poem in which all the lines have the same end rhyme.

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