More fridge magnet poetry

Another effort from The Fridge.

More fibs

   Over at Brightweavings there is a little contest going on. The challenge is to write fibonacci poetry based on or related to the work of Guy Gavriel Kay. Here are a few I have come up with.


A
Death.
Simple.
Offered up.
A weft to the warp
Of the weaver's thundering call.
In the end there is more to abjure than simply life.


What's
In
A name?
(So I steal)
Is my label me?
My nation my identity?
If you could take from me all I am, what would I be?


Death
Swirls
Among
Broken stalks
Cold mud underfoot
Inevitable, like winter


Cold
Wind
A horse
Is missing
So he has been told
When they find it they will burn it
On the funeral barge of the former governor
Until that happens, the market will not open, and he shivers underneath his silk


Hot
Dry
Summer
Parched grasslands
Force the Dalrei north
Until fiery talons stretch forth
To grasp at the throat of beleaguered Fionavar

   Many more, and better ones are to be found in the contest thread over at Brightweavings.com.

Weekend assignment

Weekend Assignment #127: Write a haiku saying farewell to summer. A haiku, as many of you know, is a poem of three lines, with five syllables in the first line, seven in the second and five again in the third. Simple and fun, and anyone can do 'em. You can do more than one if you want. As a bonus, technically speaking haiku are supposed to feature seasonal imagery, so we've got that going for us this time around.

Extra Credit: A picture of a fun summer activity you're saying goodbye to for another year.

Two for one:

Fat red apple falls
thump upon the verdant grass
sign of summer's ebb


scarlet leaf descends
upon an early morning
chilly autumn breeze

No extra credit this week. Words only here.

Fibs

   Was reading Simian Farmer the other day, and came across his post about Fibonacci Poetry. Seems neat. Think I'll give it a try.
   Wrote this one right away, while I was waiting for Flat Scalzi to arrive at my place.

I
wait
for the
postman to
ring, no more than once,
for twice would be disheartening.
I don't want drama or intrigue here, just Flat Scalzi.

   Later, I gave it a little bit of thought, and came up with this.

Spring
dawn
arrives,
resplendent,
transforming ashen
branches with bright swaths of colour.

   Whaddaya think?

Weekend assignment

voice

noise

sound

life's work

me

mine

more


tags:Poetry, Weekend Assignment

Hay(na)ku

   "Hay(na)Ku" is a poetry form invented by Eileen Tabios in 2003. Click here for a basic primer and some samples. Quite simply, it is a three line poem, inspired by the Japanese Haiku form, that has one word on the first line, two on the second, and three on the third. Number of syllables is not counted, and rhymes are not required. Here are some of my early attempts:

Winter
Sun shines
On snowy dog.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Unblinking
Staring eyes
Go away cat.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

What
Is the
Definition of life?

Is
It simply
A beating heart?

Or
Is there
Some thing more?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Always
Another room
Endless home improvements.

via Wil at Snoozelets.
tags:Poetry

majik

   Another magnet poetry attempt. This one is an experiment, and I would very much like to hear your comments on it. To play along, visit the Poetry Dance Hall.

tags:Poetry, Poetry Dance

Espresso buzz

   Look! The Poetry Dance Hall is once again open for business. Step up to the wickets, and buy your tickets, folks. Two dances for a dollar.
   This week Dawn has challenged us to come up with some fridge magnet poetry. If you've been around, you'll know I've done some of that before. Here is a new one for this latest dance. Check back later, 'cause I'll probably have more.

tags:Poetry, Poetry Dance

Grey day

Sun
Among the clouds

I rain

Foolish
To have ever thought
That she
Would shine on me

tags:Poetry

Where, exactly, is Nantucket?

   The other day I was helping my son with his english homework. He had to compose a verse in that highest of all forms of poetry: the limerick. While he was working, I came up with a few of my own.

Young Matthew was considered quite bright.
His test answers were commonly right.
His parents' concern,
It might please you to learn,
Was that he reads without turning on the light.

The teacher's new class of grade six
Find themselves in quite a big fix.
Their homework, it seems,
Isn't up to his dreams.
If they're not careful, a field trip he'll nix.

Matt's parents, his mother and father,
Concerned with his bent to wool-gather,
Have lowered the boom;
Locked him in his room.
Said Matt, quoting Pooh, "Oh, bother!"

   Yes, I know gather doesn't rhyme with father, or bother. Just consider it poetic license, OK? Either that, or read it in a Boston accent. Also, forgive me for the Springsteenism.
   Here are a couple that are less topical.

There was an old man named Gerard,
Whose breakfast was bread fried in lard.
His wife to him said,
"I'm surprised you're not dead,
Because your arteries, I'm sure, are quite hard."

The young video gamer, he beams,
He's discovered the girl of his dreams.
Her gaming is sweet,
Her hacking skillz, 1337,
And her t-shirt, it bursts at the seams.

tags:Family, Poetry