I saw a mellow sun Melt into a grey sky I saw a shallow moon Fall under a dark curtain I sliced the sickly atmosphere With the Reaper’s shadowy sickle
I heard a little wattlebird Tip-toeing through the broken trees I listened to a killer whale Crawling along a black, oily beach I felt the stained seashells Squelch into my murky footprints
I was dozing on a bed of tanbark And after my brown eyes opened I wondered. Was I having a nightmare Or was my dark apparition real?
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “Sorry” (a Kyrielle)is in this week’s edition. … To read the poem, please click the link below to visit my Coffee House Writers Magazine article. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/sorry/
A Kyrielleis a French form of rhyming poetry written in quatrains (a stanza consisting of 4 lines), and each quatrain contains a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the poem consists of only eight syllables. There is no limit to the number of stanzas a Kyrielle may have, but three is considered the accepted minimum.
Some popular rhyming schemes for a Kyrielle are: aabB, ccbB, ddbB, with B being the repeated line, or abaB, cbcB, dbdB.
I am always thinking of the many seasons that have been, and those that are gone … Presently, I am thinking of the winter season ahead for ‘Theo the Tomato Tree’
Do Snails Have Toes?
Autumn recedes nestles down below the ground’s leafy gown
Winter howls at the door uninvited frost clings to the chrome toes cringe on the cold floor
Bed-sheets creak and groan alone, I moan icy teardrops and salty snowflakes do not stop
Spring waits under the powdery snow and I wonder do snails have toes?
Twilight’s Burly orange sky Bedazzled my eyes When The hessian horizon And the sun’s waxing resin Flung Streams of yellow beams Across the paddock’s Furrowed seams
Golden ponds Flooded Over the meadow But did not drown The field’s residing Scarecrow
The arbitrary warrior Accepted the world’s Rotary mirror And innately smiles About being a human’s Privileged curator
Today’s Throwback Friday is from January 2023, and I selected the Musette to coincide with the ‘Magpie shadow’ photos that I took on Thursday afternoon
Micropoetry is an ultra-short form of poetry, typically under 25 words or 140 characters. It blends creative brevity with precise language, characterized by sharp imagery and emotional depth, while allowing diverse interpretations. My poem below is 24 words.
A Synchronized Dream (a Micropoem)
Today’s full moon Caresses my eyes And the sky’s new rainbow Impresses me to realize I need not apologize For dreaming about Tomorrow’s sunrise
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 