Poetry Friday: Macaronic Verse

This is a cross posting from “Check It Out”, my school blog.

I have been making a better attempt at participating in the “Poetry Stretch” each week. This week it is macaronic verse. At first I thought, no way. Then two phrases came to me: “pourquoi” and “je ne sais pas pourquoi”. Then I decided to work it into a pantuom (you know I am addicted to the form!)

Pourquoi

Pourquoi is the moon full of cheese?
Je ne sais pas pourquoi bleu cheese
Pourquoi do stars fall?
Je ne sais pas pourquoi wishes come true

Je ne sais pas pourquoi bleu cheese
Pourquoi did the dish run away with the spoon?
Je ne sais pas pourquoi wishes come true
Pourquoi did the cat meow?

Pourqoui did the dish run away with the spoon?
Je ne sais pas pourquoi the spoon loved the dish
Pourquoi did the cat meowed
Je ne sais pas pourquoi she giggled

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Je ne sais pas pourquoi the spoon loved the dish
Pourquoi did the chien bark?
Je ne sais pas pourquoi she giggled
Pourquoi does the moon wax and wane?

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Pourquoi did the chien bark?
Pourquoi do stars fall?
Pourquoi does the moon wax and wane?
Pourquoi is the moon full of cheese?

I am amazed how the last verse turned out…all beginning with ‘pourquoi”. Thanks, Tricia for the challenge. Karen is rounding up poetry today.

One Single Impression: Twilight

San Francisco Peaks, July 2008

faith’s journey
glows beyond peaks
at twilght

For more on “twilight” vist One Single Impression.

 

Poetry Friday: Sijo

This weeks Poetry Stretch is the sijo form from Korea.

Tricia explains:

“Older than haiku with a twist or joke at the end.  Either three lines with fourteen to sixteen syllables in each or six line with seven to eight syllables.

First line should contain a single image or idea. Second line develops its and the last line contains the twist.”

A perfect way for me to capture an experience while in Denver last week:

snowflakes dance above the city obscuring skyscraper’s lights
steam rises like fog from hotel’s  secret tropical gem- rooftop pool
woman dives in remembering Costa Rica, snowflakes dance

It is a form that is more challenging than it looks. 

Poetry Friday can be found at The Holly and the Ivy.

One Single Impression: Spectral

dream presence
sooth the unsettled daughter
flutter, touch, vanish

morning peace
new day begins

And a pantuom for my mother:

gone ten years
her daughter now motherless
on her own to understand the world
she wonders

her daughter now motherless
looks with longing
she wonders
what is it like to have an aging mother?

looks with longing
listens to the trials, tribulations of friends
what is it like to have an aging mother?
to have her visit for just a day

listens to the trials, tribulations of friends
dreams, remembers her own mother
to have her visit for just a day
what a moment it would be

dreams, remembers her own mother
funny, irreverent, sometimes cantankerous
what a moment it would be
see how we have all grown up

funny, irreverent, sometimes cantankerous
on her own to understand the world
see how we have all grown up
gone ten years

In memory of my mother, gone from this earth ten years this month.
I am playing around with the notion of pairing haiku with a pantuom.

One Single Impression invites you to write about “spectral”.

Anniversary Poem: For My Husband

The Monday Poetry Stretch for this week at Miss Rumphius is to write a “love poem you write cannot include any terms of endearment or words of adoration”.

Tomorrow is our seventeenth wedding anniversary.  Here is my contribution to the challenge and gift to my husband:

For My Husband

It’s the little things
coffee ready for morning
wedging the apple, a nighttime snack
traveling in traffic, I get home late

coffee ready for morning
aroma wafting from the kitchen
traveling in traffic, I get home late
dinner awaits

aroma wafting from the kitchen
pizza crust and sauce from scratch
dinner awaits
our conversations do not dangle

pizza crust and sauce from scratch
laundry folded on the dresser
our conversations do not dangle
we walk the pooches

laundry folded on the dresser
scraping the ice off the car in the morning
we walk the pooches
coffee, a treat brought to me while I write

scraping the ice off the car in the morning
wedging the apple, a nighttime snack
coffee, a treat brought to me while I write
It’s the little things

One Single Impression: Movement

Oregon Coast, Nov. 2008

reluctant dancers
on the waves, wind serenades
ocean mist tickles

More haiku can be found at One Single Impression

One Single Impression: Slowly

days lengthen, dawn breaks
branch ballet silhouettes sky
slow awakening

There is more at One Single Impression.

Wordless Wednesday