Time – Poetry 201 – Day 10 (last day!)

The details for this final day of ‘Writing 201 – Poetry’ are to write a sonnet with the prompt of the future using Chiasmus (essentially a reversal of words, phrases or concepts).

I wrote ‘Time 2’ first (after much editing!), then realized it wasn’t in iambic pentameter! So, I played with it to get it there (okay – almost!) – see ‘Time 1’. Iambic pentameter is the more classic and recognized meter for a sonnet. These days however, it seems we do have a little more room! I have also mixed the rhyming structure between the original Italian  sonnets and….well…my own (I think!).

So, some help please:- a) are these sonnets? and b) which do you prefer and why?

All suggestions very welcome! Am a little confused on this one especially as I prefer Time 2 as a poem!

So, to the poems:

Time 1
By moving forwards back, then backwards fore,
The game’s afoot, now time’s illusion gaunt,
To live in the past, where hopes lie tattered and taunt,
Or move to the future, where hopes lie scattered galore,
A difficult choice when always searching for more,
With opening pathways appearing so nonchalant,
And ghosts of the past reappear, continuing to haunt,
It’s all so confusing, and hurts us to the core.
To live in a moment full of pain and frustration,
Or live in the moment present, feel the perfection,
It is ours to choose, ours to make a selection,
Forwards or backwards or, simply, take no direction,
Living, enjoying the moment we find ourselves in,
Love it, be grateful and ask it to fold us within.

Time 2
Moving forwards and backwards, then backwards and fore,
The game’s now afoot, time illusive and gaunt,
Could live in the past where my hopes lie and taunt,
Or move to the future, where hopes lie galore,
A difficult choice when searching for more,
With opening pathways so nonchalant,
And ghosts of the past continuing to haunt,
It’s all so confusing, it hurts to the core.
To live in a moment full of frustration,
Or live in the moment, feel the perfection,
It is ours to choose, to make a selection,
Forwards or backwards or take no direction,
Simply enjoying the moment we’re in,
Live it and love it, enfold us within.

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

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My Landscape

My Landscape changes day to day,
Depending where I wend my way,
Fields around, packed with houses cheap,
High rise buildings, grey, cold heaps.

Nature’s world strains for need,
Grasses, trees, flowers and seed,
Sunrise, sunset, they set the tone,
Even if I stay at home.

Many days with wide, clear skies,
A few cloud over, blurring eyes,
Blocking view, changing vision,
Closing minds and hearts and mission.

Roads of rage and paths of steel,
Remind me of life’s spinning wheel,
Everyday brings something new,
To see and touch, hear and feel,
Up to me how I relate,
Reality? Now there’s debate!
What and how and who I see
Depends largely…well, on me!

So, choose the landscape you like best,
Picture it as your eyes you rest,
Then open wide with sight anew,
Hasn’t something changed for you?

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

Day 9’s request:
Prompt: Landscape
Form: Found
Device: Enumeratio

How to talk around landscape, including sequential lists (enumeratio) in ‘found’ form – using words or letters you find around you – either cut out, copied, photoed, whatever?
Well, the poem was kind of okay, but the form, phew! Slayed me!
Tired and really not feeling at my best,
I’m leaving the artwork for all the rest!
😦

Ode to Treasure – Poetry 201 – Day 8

Sliding smoothly open,
Exposing spoils and pieces
Of so many years,
Resting in repose,
Rarely moved, just
Glanced over in the search for
A specific item nurtured in your nest.

Ah! How do I misuse you,
Abuse you,
Expect you to be there,
Forever working,
Forever available,
Giving access, open, bare.

Inside I find the precious ring,
Hidden, stuck behind a ‘thing’
(I wonder what that is?).
The bluest cloth unwraps,
Revealing this specialty.
Memories flood back,
Threatening to engulf the moment,
Past colouring present,
Folding then into now.
Smiling, I raise you to the sun,
There glints the precious heart,
Furious red buried in your turquoise hardened shell,
Clinched with golden clasp,
Blind ring below to complete the show,
Oh! How I wish it was still so,
The feelings that you bring,
Yet we all have moved
Onto better things…
Well different, at least!

A tear falls,
I drop you back
To the folded cloth of the past,
Bury you where no-one but me knows,
Within the nest of my favourite drawer,
Protected and safe,
Covered by that thing
(really, what is it?).

Shutting out the light,
I close the drawer,
Tenderly stroke the front,
Gingerly run a finger along
The gilt of a handle,
Though mostly taken for granted,
You still protect my treasures,
My tidbits and my baubles,
Never pausing to judge,
Always waiting to receive,
And to serve.

A treasure hiding treasure.

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

Day 8’s design:
Prompt: Drawer
Form: Ode
Device: Apostrophe

Today, we talk to something (apostrophe) in a drawer, either describing it, celebrating it or exploring our relation to it (Ode). I’ve kind of done a double to both the drawer itself AND something within it – hope it works?
All comments and criticisms welcome!
Thanks…

Music – Poetry201 – Day 7

My fingers walk across the lanes of pale ivory and the blackest ebony.
I take my lead from the sheets before me as my brain interprets the symbols; makes sense of the printed spots and dots, lines and signs. Soulfully soothe sounds, creating harmony around, find common ground in the emotions of this world. Music speaks to every fibre of our being.
Vibrations from a string resonate through the air, merge our being, fire our senses. Variations of resonations from many sources pound us, falling one by one in rapid succession on our ears, our brain, our being.
Nothing escapes untouched.Nothing escapes unchanged.
Nothing escapes.
Music surrounds us wherever we go, whatever we do. Wind through trees; cars on roads; seas on shores; bird wings ruffling the air as they fly to some distant land, strange to us, a second home to them – instinct stronger than thought, the music of the Universe.
The cacophony of sound around us speaks to the essence of life and we answer.
My well-practiced fingers stroke the triggers of release; lovingly massage an instrument of change. Seeking the purest tones to bring order to chaos, harmony to discord and vibrant power to the air. Hoping to create change for the better; change for life; change for the soul, I play on.
Would it could be so continuously!

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Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

Day 7 (already?!!):
Prompt: Fingers
Form: Prose poem
Device: Assonance

So, we write a poem in prose form/or prose like a poem (?!!) with fingers as our reference point, using the strategic repetition of vowels…mmm!! Really stretching my comfort zone Mr @benhuberman…again! 🙂
This is fun and do hope I achieved a result close to the requirements!
Any comments are valued

The Hero – Poetry 201 – Day 6

Flowing strong and proud he came,
Strong and proud and fanned,
Flickering faster than a firing flame,
Flickering through their land.

Tail of coat left flying free,
Whispering in the night,
Tail released, now flying free,
Whispering through the light.

Dark or light, he has no fear
Of those with bad intent,
Dark or light, he strips veneer,
Watches their descent.

He laughs then cries at their lament,
Finding pain in what he does,
He knows there is no other way,
It’s his to see and judge.

A hero, heroine, come to rest,
It matters not a tot,
His job remains, to strip the rest
And find the better lot.

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

Today’s defining details:-
… Prompt: Hero(ine)
… Form: Ballad
… Device: Anaphora and Epistrophe

So, we write a ballad with a hero or heroine, repeating word/s at the beginning (anaphora) and/or the end (epistrophe) of lines. Easy, yes?! Um….NO!! Phew! This course just becomes more and more difficult – fantastic! I love a challenge – but really?! This took some time and effort – mmm- doesn’t all learning though? 🙂
Hope you like my response – please let me know! 🙂

Potluck – Poetry 201 – weekend

Potluck :
This weekend ‘s assignment, should you choose to accept it (ha ha!) is to read more poetry and post our favourite lines, verses, poets and explain why.  So (being as this tape may self-destruct in 20 seconds…), here’s to it! :
So many many great poems and poets to choose from – both past and present, and many here on WordPress! I am really enjoying, and grateful for and to, the writers this course has, and is, introducing me to! Plus all the friends and great writers I have met over the last year.
However, the first lines that always come to my mind, whenever poetry is mentioned, are these from William Blake’s ‘Auguries of Innocence’ :
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour. ”

Simply for the memories.

Brain’s All A-Fog – Poetry 201 – Day 5

Quick repartee, not my style anymore,
Mine’s disappeared, less thought, lost it’s core,
In days now gone by I could joust with the best,
Charge against those who would challenge the quest,
Gallop along upon strong steeds of words,
Harness the power of nouns, subjects, verbs,
Push hard on the lance of bright, new ideas,
Piercing through armour of hatred and fears,
Parry and thrust with thoughts and illusion,
Pairing companions with hard fought for fusion,
Adjectives tripping off waterfall tongue,
Cascading to whirlpool of banter and fun.

But now my brain’s foggy, lies dank, dark and cold,
Slowed by these lesions, some new and some old,
Blocking the impulses, stopping their run,
Conduction now frozen, icing the pun,
Nerves lying exposed, fragile and broken,
Crushed, severed lines where words can’t be spoken.

Saliva slow meanings now drool from my lips,
This well worn out fool left begging for tips,
Or an ancient Great Dane, run ragged, used up,
Whose only enjoyment is slurping from cup,
Together we mourn the loss of our way,
As one we adapt to a much slower day,
Relating the new to the way that we were,
The old me has left now, Goodbye and Adieu!

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
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Day 5 – Prompt: Fog; Form: Elegy; Device: Metaphor

This was a challenge as I wrote a poem, then realised it needed to be elegiac couplets! Was a challenge to then edit it to that form! Phew! Think I strained my foggy brain! 🙂

So chuffed – started the day with a ‘Like’ from Ben for yesterday! YAY!! Thanks Ben – means a huge amount to me copmong from you – made my day!! 🙂

The Hungry and The Hunted – Poetry 201- Day 4

………….He bears the groan,
……….Hears the moan,
…………….Carries on regardless.
………………..Taking life slowly with
…………………..Patience, understanding, and
…………………….Skill.
………………….Having trapped the beast,
………………..Caught him fast,
………………Nowhere left for it to run, it
…………….Gasps.
……………….He severs vessels, slow
……………………To leak,
………………………..Stands back to watch his spectacular
……………………………..Feat.
………………………………..It roars again, it’s
…………………………………..Dying throes,
…………………………………….With blood running thick,
……………………………………….Like streams of molten
…………………………………………Lava.
……………………………………..A few gurgles, a flick of
…………………………………A paw and
……………………………..It is over.
…………………………..The Hunter grins, throws
…………………………Head back, howls his
……………………….Delight.
………………………….Demands a photo of
…………………………….The sight.
………………………………Labels his success,
…………………………………Boasts to all.
……………………………………One wonders,
………………………………………Who is the real
…………………………………….Animal
…………………………………..Here?

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

This is way out of my comfort zone!! Great fun!!

Today’s prompt: Animal; Form: Concrete; Device: Emjambment

Credit and thanks for the title to my good friend at the best coffee house in Pretoria – Hein at Cherry Berry!

Trust – Poetry 201 – Day 3

Today’s efforts (putting two up – hope you enjoy!):
Prompt is: Trust; Form is: Acrostic; Device is: Internal Rhyme – Got all 3 in! YAY! 🙂

Distrust
Taking bite from might,
Ruining ‘be’ with ‘maybe’,
Usurping premise of promise,
Setting precedent for disbelief,
The moment destroyed.

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Trust? Really?
Then she came to me
Running tame with me
Under shame of me
Sharing blame in me
Taking aim at me

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Having so much fun playing with these! Thanks to WordPress, @benhuberman and @Denise! 🙂

© 2015 Robin McShane

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Fool’s Folly – Poetry 201 – Day 2

there was a young man name of Paul
who wanted to go see it all
he heaved on his load
took off down the road
full folly for finding fool’s fall

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

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Day 2: Prompt: Journey, Form: limerick, Device: alliteration

Phew! Found this particularly difficult (as you may see!) Fun though! The alliteration may be a little over the top but, hey, we’re playing!! 🙂