Three HexSonnettas

Hexagon by Claudine Rodriguez,2005; image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

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European Education

“In Paris, you learn wit, in London, you learn to crush your social rivals,
in Florence, you learn poise.” ~Virgil Thomson

In Paris, you will learn

to use your clever wit.

In London, you’ll admit,

you’ll crush your foes, in turn,

as social rivals burn.

That’s how you will acquit

yourself with great aplomb.

And then, in Florence, you’ll

be brilliant, oh-so-cool

and hold glam in your palm.

With poise you can be calm

(A guideline – not a rule.)

In travel, you’ll go far

just like a boss rock star.

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Unrequited Love

“I tell you I like you all the time.  Or at least in my head, I do… “~Unknown

This unrequited crush

is solely in my head:

a constant running thread

about which I could gush

but words are all a-hush.

I wish I could, instead,

say what I truly think.

I’d like to ask you out

but then, I’m filled with doubt.

I’m almost at the brink

when confidences shrink

How long can this drag out?

                          

This unrequited view

must go.  “Hey…I like you…”

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Child’s Play

With driveway chalk we drew
a hopscotch board of squares:
some single; some in pairs,
and then we got in queue.
A stone, each kid then threw
to mark off ‘ mine’ or ‘theirs.’

We played ‘til Tim got bored.
He tapped someone. “Hey, you
are it!” The game morphed to
Freeze Tag. Our giggling horde
would dash, then freeze, to ward
off being tagged. It’s true.

We only left the street
to go inside to eat.

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Notes:  The form is HexSonnetta, which is the In-Form Poet form of the day at Poetic Bloomings.  The first two poems were inspired 'Crush,' the theme for today at Khara House's Thirty by Thirty Challenge.  The third poem was based on the prompt of 'Child's Play' at Robert Lee Brewer's Poetic Asides.

Fit for a King

Excalibur the Sword/Arthur by Howard Pyle, 1903; image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

Excalibur

“Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil is rightwise king born of all England.” ~Thomas Malory

The legend, as was told throughout

the ages is that from great doubt,

a boy became a king because

he pulled the sword, without a pause

from anvil, stone and magic spell

and when he did, there was a knell

of church bell, and from some, applause.

He pulled the sword, without a pause,

predicted by a wizard and

a lady who did guide his hand.

Young Arthur met the terms, the clause:

he pulled the sword, without a pause.

The legend, as was told throughout:

he pulled the sword, without a pause. 

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Notes: the form is Kyrielle Sonnet.  The 30 x 30 Challenge today is 'Fit for a King.'  I decided that it might be fun to use the Arthurian legend of Excalibur.

Golden Slumbers

Deep Slumber by Pál Jávor, date unknown - image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

Golden Slumber

“Sleep pretty darling, do not cry.  And I will sing a lullaby.” ~Golden Slumbers, Lennon/McCartney

Sing me a lullaby; I’ll wait.

Your fairy music comforts me.

We’ll dance around the willow tree

and even ‘though it’s getting late

I’ll feel your breeze; my fears abate.

I’ll stand beneath that willow tree.

Your fairy music comforts me.

Sing me a lullaby; I’ll wait

to hear the dulcet tones create

the words, the notes, a music plea

of fairies and a willow tree.

‘Til golden slumbers actuate,

sing me a lullaby; I’ll wait.

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Notes:  This is another Rondel.  The theme was 'slumber' as suggested by Khara House on her Our Lost Jungle site 's Thirty by Thirty Challenge.  This was from yesterday, but I finally got around to finishing this poem.

Red Satin Dress

Woman in Red Dress, Anton Einsle, 1838 - image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

Red Satin Dress

“Gossip is just news running ahead of itself in a red satin dress.” ~Liz Smith

She knew the dirt, she knew the score.

She wrote about it, savoring

each wicked morsel, favoring

the lucky few, ‘though most she’d gore

and leave for dead, or worse. News? Sure.

Her pen of blood?  Unwavering.

She wrote about it, savoring.

She knew the dirt, she knew the score.

Her fans would clamor, “More! More! More!”

for poisoned-gossip flavoring.

Her victims still are quavering

while cursing the red satin whore.

She knew the dirt, she knew the score…

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Notes:  The form is Rondel.  The poem was inspired by the theme of 'Red' from Khara House's Our Lost Jungle's 30 by 30 Challenge.  I missed yesterday's challenge because (among other event) I was at the doctor's (for my son - he was bitten by a tick!)   I'll try to catch up on that, along with Poetic Blooming's Sunday Bloom later.  And if you get a chance, and want a good chuckle, check out Madeleine Kane's Humor Blog - the limericks there are awesome!

New Beginnings - Gerund-Style

Hi there!  Long time, no see, huh?

Well, I'm back.  Why, you might ask?  I'll tell you...

Since Khara House's Our Lost Jungle's 'Thirty by Thirty' Challenge starts today, and the theme is 'New Beginnings', I figured it was a cool idea.  You know, a place to start.  As good a time as any.  Right?  Right.

Now, you all still can find my poems and other stuff littered around the web at such great sites as Poetic Asides and Poetic Bloomings, but this here is my own little patch of (Google-owned) earth.

And with that, here I am going (yep - I had to squeeze a gerund in here, of course - even if it is oddly placed)...

Gerund Cinquain

"And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been." ~Rainer Maria Rilke

Musing

about starting

something new.  Gerunding.

Taking chances?  Playing it safe?

Musing…

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Hey...it's a start.

 

Bicycle Built for Two

Image courtesy of Magnificent Revolution

Bicycle Built for Two

Be mine, he said,

Because I love you.  We

Belong together.  This is not

Boutade – oh no,

But rather,

Backdrop for a billion brilliant bons mots…

Billet-doux.

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Notes:  The form is Pleiades.  The poem was inspired by Sepia Saturday's prompt having to do with bicycles and tandem rides, couples, balancing and fun.

Ardent Dance

Image courtesy of WikiCommons Images/Georges Villa - Les Ailes

In a passionate but private moment…

Insulated from the world
I sing a silent song of ancient words.
Incalescence
Is informing all my thoughts.
Ineffable
Images dance by to the ardent music, but like
Icarus, they fall too soon back to earth.

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Notes: The poetic form is Pleiades.  It was invented by Craig Tigerman, who was an editor at Sol Magazine.  Sol Magazine was a wonderful poetry publication (and project)  I discovered  several years ago.

My poem was written in response to Khara House's Our Lost Jungles Poetic Forms Challenge.  'Pleiades' is her 6th forms challenge.  The form takes some thought, but it is a lot of fun to write.  I highly recommend it!