Prank Call

phone
call
she took
involved town
police summoned to
Green Acres apartment car wreck.
they stumbled onto empty scene
windy, summer night.
scanner blurt,
kids prank
phone
call.

3ww words are in bold.

Epitaph

Today's Halloween and in that spirit I thought our poetic form should be the Epitaph. The Epitaph usually rhymes and is inscribed on a tombstone.

Here's an example

Here lies the body of Michelle
Sharing a smile even in this shell
She had two husband's in this life
One gave her love the other strife
She couldn't imagine her time on earth
Without her one child she gave birth
Now she sleeps on Hell's roof
Waiting for Heaven's proof

The last two lines do not reflect my beliefs in Heaven/ Hell. I was simply rhyming roof/ proof and that's what came to mind for an end.

Buterfleoge

Silken frayed wings trace her
Piquant face inside shades
Of triangular schemes.
Folded eyes, succumbing
Lips parted at the seams.

Binding whinstone broken
With undulating wings,
Panting through ocean air,
He settled outside her
Equinoctual stare.

Gossamer gray-white clouds
Silhouette unceasing
Waves, crashing onto one-
Self, no hesitation.
Conjuring sages have won.

Salient drops washed on
Their parallel lips a
Purchased chrysalis kiss.
Salivating waves churn,
Oceanic abyss.

Quatern

I found this form at Shadow Poetry. A Quatern is a sixteen line, four stanza poem with eight syllables per line. The first line is repeated throughout the poem, like this; second stanza/ second line, third stanza/ third line and fourth stanza/ fourth line. The Quatern doesn't have to be iambic or a set rhyme scheme.

Here's an example

Through Oath, the Beginning of Two

Through oath, the beginning of two
My heart forever bound, to you.
Exchanging two thin bands of gold,
Together we start growing old.

An undissolved trust that grew,
Through oath, the beginning of two.
We learn what each one will allow
Searching rights, wrongs together now.

Sifting through dedicated years,
My memories hold no more tears.
Through oath, the beginning of two
Experience continues new.

Strong foundations never broken,
Where our voices are spoken.
We have become one, me and you
Through oath, the beginning of two.

Monday Mural

by Dime 1976
art Butterfly Kisses
from Photobucket

Monday Mural will feature a picture/ artwork for you to lend your words (poem or story) each Monday. I want you to ask yourself what images are provoked here? What words would you use to define this picture? If you choose to write for Monday Mural please leave your comments below. Hope to see you around.

This week's artwork is called Butterfly Kisses. I think it was derived from someone called Dime 1976. I was unable to contact Dime for permission to use this beautiful artwork but, I thought it was worth posting still. I have provided the credit's above with a link to where I found the picture. If you choose to copy the artwork please give proper credit where credit is due. Thank You Dime for such a beautiful piece of artwork.

Carrion Conundrum

The old, abandon house
A weather-aged timepiece
Settled upon my eye's periphery.

Leaves dressed in ceremony
Sounded the night with attitude
Beneath a hallowed moon.

Curiosity stepped me closer,
Closer still,
To the front porch
Where I saw a large, engraved stone.

Wearing cold night air
On chill bumped arms
I wrapped myself in Halloween fear.

My trembled hand
Approached the red-eyed
Jack-o-lantern until
It rested upon the upraised lid.

Three crows surged
With flight and stalling stare
Into afterlife's oblivion.

Friday 5 words are in bold.

Poefusion

Poefusion #1

Take a short foreign poem written in a language you don't know like Spanish or French and translate it into an English poem. Do not look up the real meaning of the word. This is an exercise in translating a poem and shaping the pieces of language together. We want to explore the language here not the translation itself. What's not translatable? What works, doesn't work? Once you have translated this poem you should be able to piece your translated words together to form a poem. If you choose to take this challenge please post your short foreign poem and your translated poem on your blog. Don't forget to give proper credit where credit is due. Please leave comments below. Have a nice day.

An example of what I am looking for would be this. Nu De Dos means Nude of Back in French. For our purposes here we could look at that and write in English New Day Does (female deer).

Friday 5

Friday 5 is a collection of five words which can be found each week (middle column) on this page and inside this post. If you choose to write a poem or story with these words please leave your comment below. I hope everyone can find the same inspiration with Friday 5 as they do with 3WW. Hope to see you around and don't forget to post your comments below. Have a nice day.

Friday 5

attitude
timepiece
ceremony
stone
afterlife

Ghazal

The Ghazal is made of couplets between 5 and 12 stanzas that use the same end rhyme and the poet's name in the last stanza. The rhyme scheme is aa, ba, ca, da, ea, etc. You can use the same end word for every second line in the poem. The subject of a ghazal is love, mainly sadness or meloncholy over parting.

Here's an example

... Into the Quiet

Your eyes are open in white silence against the day's quiet,
Surrendering all thought from your mind's quiet.

You walk inside parallel tracks as train approaches your sight,
What was on your mind that moment of quiet?

Men in the yellow cab call your name with a fight,
But, the iron horse continued to cry until it stopped, quiet.

Your hair the color of Bubs Girlie, curly and tight,
Flew gentle like a feather, settling, into the quiet.

I can't hear your laughter now because your body took flight,
But, Michelle promises to remember your name in the quiet.

a visit

unexpected voice
spoke with loving care today
weekend visit home

3ww words are in bold.

Ibidem (In the Same Place)

Roan horse and foal
Incept the imbricated clouds,
Their umber eyes gleaming.

Running against fluvial wind
An intonation of neighing ensued
Amidst the seriated oaks,
Rooted in a senescent field.

Somewhere between the grassy sinews
And toaster-aged trees a philly grew
Grazing in this matrix of idleness.

Imminent was mother's
Inanition. Her death
Imposed nature's cruelty,
Into his watchful eyes.
Incessant neighing was
Intertwined with snorting
In absentia of... her.

Monday Mural

3 Oaks, Mom & Baby
by BJ de Castro
website BJ de Castro

Monday Mural will feature a picture/ artwork for you to lend your words (poem or story) each Monday. I want you to ask yourself what images are provoked here? What words would you use to define this picture? If you choose to write for Monday Mural please leave your comments below. Hope to see you around.

The artwork this week is courtesy of BJ de Castro. If you get the chance, take a look at her other artwork on her website. The link is provided above. Thank you Miss Castro for the use of your artwork. I am honored to present it here at Poefusion.

Here is the link to my Monday Mural poem.

Cadae (Pi)

Cadae is similar to a Fib but uses the mathematical number Pi (3.14) as the basis for its structure. The Cadae can be written two ways but I will only share one here. Pi poems begin with a syllable count that corresponds with the number in Pi. Here is the first twenty digits of Pi to use for your poem. 3.1415926535897932384

Here's a fun fact; March 14th is Pi day and here are some other links to follow if you are interested in finding out more: Pi Poetry, Pi and The Number Pi. By the way, the most famous Pi Poem is Michael Keith's Near A Raven.

If you choose to write a Pi poem please leave your comments below.

Here's my example

autumn's laughter

autumn grass
sways
to opium
sky,
daylight's sweet nectar.

i watch a lone morning glory grow
among
the warm saxicolous
waiting for first signs.

cleft leaves fall
between my fingers
painting my skin in red-orange.

this insinuating color rolls
through my hand's fjord to blushing
roads of rubble, settling in sleep
upon the

devil's
cellar door.
laughter's sinuous sound rises with-

out incident.

Friday 5 words are in bold.

Fibonacci Sequence (Fib)

A Fib is a six line, 20 syllable poem written with the Fibonacci Sequence of 0,1,1,2,3,5,8. The rest is simple; add the previous two numbers together for your next line's syllable count. Here are some other rules that apply; such as: no articles or conjunctions.

Here is a link to more fibbery at Greg's blog, Gotta Book, for more on writing fibs. He also has some other examples to follow in his comments section.

Here's my example

Autumn

fall.
leaves.
colors,
vivid bright,
will touch ground softly.
roused leaves can begin their resting.

Friday 5

Friday 5 is a collection of five words which can be found each week (middle column) on this page and inside this post. If you choose to write a poem or story with these words please leave your comment below. I hope everyone can find the same inspiration with Friday 5 as they do with 3WW. Hope to see you around and don't forget to post your comments below. Have a nice day.

Friday 5

rubble
opium
fjord
cellar
incident

Love Letter

I attempted a Sestina for my 3WW/ Monday Mural.
3WW words are in bold. Painting courtesy of Stellan K at Hopeless Poet blog.


Her ebony hair whittled
From a raven's feather
Cascades her shoulders, full quotation
Like evensong in November
Catching on a dilated sun
Until it falls in thin wisps around her fingertips.

The outline of the letter hides quartered fingertips
In open crags of white storm a solace whittled
Against the equinoctial sun
Those camber words carved with a second feather
Become an erased November
Slumbering in soldered quotation

Her love becomes a bruised quotation
Fielded to her flaccid fingertips
Where tears dry against a canvassed November.
She watches while her whittled
Sanctuary falls against the nevermore feather
Sanctioned by the pneumatic sun.

She allowed the inceptive sun
Time to refrain from guarded quotation
Of indigo sky and tree that feather
Surrounding mountains before she used casual fingertips
To place his forgotten and whittled
Name into parched November

Earth. She caressed the sleeping November
With her hand warm as forgiving sun
Until the subjacent field was whittled
Away from her sight. Then she buried in sandy quotation
His last love letter. Her creased fingertips
Like an obfuscated feather.

She woke to a raven's fallen feather
A keepsake from an edged November
That washed her lithe fingertips
With a glint of mourning sun.
She began her daily quotation,
Tears evicted and whittled.

Her heart his death whittled, empty, broken like tip of a feather
A requisite quotation before grains of earthen November
And ides sun sand through her fingertips.

Sestina

Sestina comes from Latin sextus which means sixth. The sestina has six unrhymed stanzas with six lines each. The words at the end of these lines will be repeated in a recurring pattern at the end of the other lines. Sestinas conclude with a tercet (three-line stanza) which also uses all six end-words, two to each line. The tercet is written with the first end word in the middle of the line and the second end word is at the end. Continue this pattern with the last two lines.

Stanza 1: A, B, C, D, E, F
Stanza 2: F, A, E, B, D, C
Stanza 3: C, F, D, A, B, E
Stanza 4: E, C, B, F, A, D
Stanza 5: D, E, A, C, F, B
Stanza 6: B, D, F, E, C, A
Tercet:

AB
CD
EF

Some poets like to mix the end words up to finish the poem but, the traditional way to do this is to end the poem with the way I have it listed above.

Here's an example

Her ebony hair whittled
From a raven's feather
Cascades her shoulders, full quotation
Like evensong in November
Catching on a dilated sun
Until it falls in thin wisps around her fingertips.

The outline of the letter hides quartered fingertips
In open crags of white storm a solace whittled
Against the equinoctial sun
Those camber words carved with a second feather
Become an erased November
Slumbering in soldered quotation

Her love becomes a bruised quotation
Fielded to her flaccid fingertips
Where tears dry against a canvassed November.
She watches while her whittled
Sanctuary falls against the nevermore feather
Sanctioned by the pneumatic sun.

She allowed the inceptive sun
Time to refrain from guarded quotation
Of indigo sky and tree that feather
Surrounding mountains before she used casual fingertips
To place his forgotten and whittled
Name into parched November

Earth. She caressed the sleeping November
With her hand warm as forgiving sun
Until the subjacent field was whittled
Away from her sight. Then she buried in sandy quotation
His last love letter. Her creased fingertips
Like an obfuscated feather.

She woke to a raven's fallen feather
A keepsake from an edged November
That washed her lithe fingertips
With a glint of mourning sun.
She began her daily quotation,
Tears evicted and whittled.

Her heart his death whittled, empty, broken like tip of a feather
A requisite quotation before grains of earthen November
And ides sun sand through her fingertips.

Monchielle

Our next poetic form is the Monchielle because it so closely resembles my name. The Monchielle was created by Jim T Henriksen. Monchielle is written in four, five-line stanzas with the first line repeated in each stanza. Each five line stanza must carry six syllables with the third and fifth lines rhyming. Your pattern here is: Abcdc, Aefgf, Ahiji, Aklml. If you write something using this form please leave your comments below.

Here's an example

My Name is Mateo

My name is Mateo
With a Mickey Mouse butt
And, a stubber to wag
I like to play with toys
Until it is a drag.

My name is Mateo
I run outside in a
Circle that's fifteen feet
Wide and bark at neighbors
I want someday to meet.

My name is Mateo
Eating twice daily I
Cannot wait for table
Scraps patiently, not once.
But, love to watch cable.

My name is Mateo
At night I sleep with my
Master curled up by her
Side. When she begins to
Move, mornings are a stir.

Monday Mural

Love Letter
by Stellan K

Monday Mural will feature a picture/ artwork for you to lend your words (poem or story) each Monday. I want you to ask yourself what images are provoked here? What words would you use to define this picture? If you choose to write for Monday Mural please leave your comments below. Hope to see you around.

This week's painting came from Stellan K over at Hopeless Poet blog. If you get the chance drop him a comment or two. Thanks Stellan for the use of your painting. I will post my poem at Poefiti.

Genocide

My Friday 5 poem came from reading this news article today. It disturbs me to think there are people out there this cruel.

Genocide

They wear mizzle in their eyes
Trying to console children's cries.
From blatant gypsy hands
Their pets succumb to bloodshot sands.
No pinion for flight
Into Heaven's warm light.
They come to rest beside Cibuco River
Beneath limes cover there is no shiver.
A child's laughter
Thirsty for their pet's safe hereafter.

Friday 5 words are in bold.

Friday 5

Friday 5 is a collection of five words which can be found each week (middle column) on this page and inside this post. If you choose to write a poem or story with these words please leave your comment below. I hope everyone can find the same inspiration with Friday 5 as they do with 3WW. Hope to see you around and don't forget to post your comments below. Have a nice day.

Friday 5

pinion
mizzle
bloodshot
gypsy
thirsty

Pleiades

Pleiades was invented by Craig Tigerman, Sol Magazine's lead editor, in 1999. A single titled poem whose seven lines, six syllables each, start with the first letter of your title. If you should decide to write in this form please leave me a comment below.

Here's an example:

Calligraphy

cold gray initial lay
calved with a knock and
chisel in concrete. A
camber of three letters
certain to weather the
cessation of wind and
chafe hand across its skin.

calligraphy

cold gray initial lay
calved with a knock and
chisel in concrete. A
camber of three letters
certain to weather the
cessation of wind and
chafe hand across its skin.

I tried my hand at an invented poetic form called Pleiades today. Hope you enjoy. 3WW words are in bold.

Paradelle

The paradelle was invented by Billy Collins who said it was a difficult, fixed form in eleventh century France. The paradelle consists of four, six line stanzas where the first, second, third and fourth lines must be repeated. Fifth and sixth lines contain all the words from the previous four lines in the stanza and is used only once. Finally, the last stanza is to use all the words from the previous stanzas and only those words.

Stanza 1: 1,1,2,2,3,4
Stanza 2: 5,5,6,6,7,8
Stanza 3: 9,9,10,10,11,12
Stanza 4: 13,14,15,16,17,18

Here's an example:

Adagio

Sojourn sunlight on the horizon
Sojourn sunlight on the horizon
I want to go where rain grows
I want to go where rain grows
Where on the horizon I go
Rain grows sojourn sunlight.

Between grey and emotion my fingers uncurl
Between grey and emotion my fingers uncurl
Where shadows wash aground
Where shadows wash aground
Wash aground where my fingers uncurl
Emotion and where, between grey?

My voice upon fading in adagio
My voice upon fading in adagio
Take my hand from the water now
Take my hand from the water now
Fading in adagio from now take my hand
My voice upon the water.

Sojourn sunlight fading upon the water
Where shadows wash aground in adagio
Between grey and emotion
Rain grows on the horizon from now
Take my hand, my voice
I want to go where my fingers uncurl..

For this example poem I used a few lines I made up and fragments from my other poetry to try this poetic form. I am sorry if it doesn't make sense I was just practicing the style with this poem.

So, do you think you might like to try your hand at the paradelle? I will place my new attempt with this style on my Poefiti page. Please place your comments below.

Michelle

japanese garden

limbs joust between wind
and atmosphere securing
butterfly midst trees

rocks strewn alongside
dry stream thirst September rain
ancient wooden bridge

Friday 5 words are in bold.

Monday Mural

Japanese Garden

Monday Mural will feature a picture/ artwork for you to lend your words (poem or story) each Monday. I want you to ask yourself what images are provoked here? What words would you use to define this picture? If you choose to write for Monday Mural please leave your comments below. Hope to see you around.

I will post my poem at Poefiti.

Ebony Cricket and the Crow

a lone, downy dandelion
stood strong in this fictive field
where Ebony Cricket was gnawing cud.

he looked up into a somewhat simple sky
and saw the fifth flitter
of a crow's wing.

wanting a closer look, still,
Ebony Cricket walked along the
slim swaying stem

of the downy dandelion. When the
crow came cawing closely Ebony
Cricket spit curdled cud in the

crows crooked eye. After the
crow came crashing down,
did Ebony Cricket hippity hop

however quick to the riprap that rendered
the crow useless. Here is where Ebony
Cricket took the misplaced feather

from his fiendish friend. Now, Ebony Cricket's
cousin Green Grasshopper can gloat gleefully
over his fine tuned fiddle bow.

3ww words are in bold.

Friday 5

Friday 5 is a collection of five words which can be found each week (middle column) on this page and inside this post. If you choose to write a poem or story with these words please leave your comment below. I hope everyone can find the same inspiration with Friday 5 as they do with 3WW. Hope to see you around and don't forget to post your comments below. Have a nice day.

Friday 5

butterfly
joust
midst
strewn
atmosphere

buy a drink, any drink

guy walks into bar
says buy a beer and drink it
college paid in full

My first attempt at a dreamku. Here's a link to Roswila's Dream and Poetry Realm blog if you are interested in knowing more about dreamkus.

Baptism

I feel a sketch of sun
Upon my Caucasian skin as
I walk across Feng Shuied stream,
This chasm of youth,
With bare and crooked feet
I silted the stream,
Each step, breaking Zen
Like a foreign language
Translated and broken into
Fragments of sound until
I washed away in the sediment
Waking along the
Extended banks of peripeteia
Sutured to my new life.

Friday 5 words are in bold.