through sunshine or rain-
we wake up in the morning
and start the day new
©Caitlin Gramley
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Today’s Haiku was written for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille on MLMM.
Also submitted for Open Link Night over at DVerse
I saw her
sitting in the corner
she smiled at me
warm
calm
and I exhaled with relief
She does exist
I smiled back
but a single thought
a whisper She is extinct
made me doubt my eyes
and when I blinked
she disappeared
© Caitlin Gramley 2019
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This poem was inspired by two prompts
I. Tale Weaver – #242 – Happiness “This week write about your thoughts on the notion of happiness.”
2. Quadrille #88: Extinct ” Write a poem consisting of 44 words, not including the title. There is no specific form or topic required., but your poem MUST contain the given word or some form of the word.”
Kindle the embers
Of my once raging fire
Thaw my icy heart
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Posted in response to Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille.
Over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie they challenged us to do a Loop Poem or a Shadorma.
1) No restrictions on the number of stanzas or the syllable count for each line;
2) For each stanza, the last word of the first line becomes the first word of line two,
the last word of line 2 becomes the first word of line 3,
and the last word of line 3 becomes the first word of line 4;
3) The rhyme scheme is abcb.
Shadorma: a non-rhyming six-line poem with a syllable count of 3 / 5/ 3 / 3 / 7 / 5.
For this challenge I decide to do a combined poem. First and third standzas are Loop and second and fourth are Shadorama.
Heaven seems unattainable
Unattainable to only me
Me who can’t seem to separate real from fake
Fake like the voices that won’t let me be
I can’t seem
To hold on to You
I have lost
My will to
Fight against these pressing doubts
So where do I stand?
Where do I place my feet?
Feet that can no longer hold me up
Up, where I should be facing
Facing You, holding my empty cup
I’m tired
I have lost my strength
Who am I?
Who are you?
What do I have left with out
The faith I once had?
A breath,
the smallest wisp,
swirled around the room.
The end of an era.
New unseen beginnings,
waiting to unfold,
fill the air,
smoldering in anticipation.
She paused,
frozen in time,
wanting to stay in the ending
forever.
But the sun sets,
as it always does,
signaling death.
This season is over.
The morning will arrive,
pushing through resistance,
it’s light revealing
what’s to come.
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This poem is in response to Photo Challenge #68, Pause, July 07, 2015.
For this week’s Writing Prompt at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie we were asked to “share a poem, drawing, story, photo, sculpture, etc that you’ve put your soul into creating. Something that touches on the deepest most vulnerable parts of yourself. Something raw and exposing. It need not be something new or something created specifically for this challenge. It might be your most accomplished piece of work or it might be a piece that you have never shared before. Maybe it makes no sense to anyone other than you or maybe it has gotten a lot of positive publicity. Maybe you sit down right now, in this moment and pour your guts out. Show us what you’re made of!“
I shared this poem back in April. I am posting it again for this prompt because it was written in a time of desperation. I was in the middle of one of my obsession episodes where everything was closing in. Everything seemed hopeless and nothing seemed real and I felt like I couldn’t go to anyone about it. Be careful with my soul…it’s fragile.
She can not see what lies ahead
Or behind
She can not remember what held her here
Grounded to her beliefs
She can not see a future
Nor remember the past
All she knows is loneliness
Sadness
Hopelessness
All seems grim
She can not pull herself free
But then it passes
As quickly as it came
Leaving nothing but another tear
In the fabric of her sanity
This is my first attempt at a Ya-Du, an ancient Burmese poetic form. I had never heard of it before until I was challenged over at mindlovemiserysmenagerie.
This was a real challenge for me. I had many failed tries but I think I finally accomplished it.
Here are the guidelines for a Ya-Du:
1. Lines 1, 2, 3, and 4 have four syllables;
2. Line 5 has 5, 7, 9, or 11 syllables;
3. Lines 4 and 5 have end rhyme;
4. Lines 1, 2, and 3 have climbing rhyme in syllables 4, 3, and 2;
5. Lines 3, 4, and 5 have climbing rhyme in syllables 4, 3, and 2;
6. There should be a reference to the seasons or nature.
Here is my poem (I color coded the rhyming scheme.)
The limit, sky
Dreams will fly, reach
Don’t cry, breach walls
And each day wake
With new ambition, your life’s at stake
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This is in response to B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond.
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After reading the rules again I realize that I messed up the rhyming scheme. Lines 3,4, and 5 are supposed to have climbing rhyme…not 2,3, and 4. Fail. Oh well. I will post this anyway because I worked so hard and I like this poem.
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