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Try your hand at Instapoetry.
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This clogyrnach/acrostic of mine made the Top 10 list on WD Poetic Asides:
Last night the western welkin shone
In bridal glory, moonlight donned
The pure white and red
As Mars Venus wed;
Night is dead —
You are gone.
When a storm leafless branches bends,
Never doubt that the earth is kind —
There’ll be leaves again
Bathed in silver rains,
Whispers on the soft wind.
© 2017 Sasha A. Palmer
Still time to join the clogyrnach party.
The sun’s asleep tucked in a cloud
The land — beneath the wintry shroud
On a dried out vine
Sits fiery sunshine —
A red cardinal proud.
This is one of my attempts at the form called clogyrnach.
Join the clogyrnach party over at Poetic Asides, it’s fun, and if your poem’s chosen — you’ll be published in Writer’s Digest! (Make sure to enter your poem by March 15.)
“It (a landay) must take on one of five subjects: meena, love; jang, war; watan, homeland; biltoon, separation; and, finally, gham, which means despair or grief.” — Eliza Griswold.
Do not play games with love — you won’t win:
Love is a cheat with a marked card always up its sleeve.
The era of mercy is delayed.
The mankind fails to learn, and the bell still tolls, tolls, tolls…
Across the ocean there stands a tree
that prays for me — a leaf torn off its branch is my soul.
For what is space if we can face time,
and talk, and smile, and laugh, and lean in, and touch the screen?
There is a different kind of blue:
deeper, and broken — a shard of the yesterday skies.
©Sasha A. Palmer 2016
This December try your hand at Landays.
Last night again I dreamt of you.
You walked across the field of wheat,
And didn’t know I was there, too,
Or maybe didn’t want to know,
Or didn’t care to count to two–
You never had a knack for math.
You sailed the cooling seas of dew,
Bluebells lay crushed beneath your feet.
You walked alone, and we both knew.
Written for WD Magic 9 Poetic Form Challenge
the small hour crucified
tween mourning and light
written for Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge
Get ready for WD Poetic Asides Apri PAD challenge.
It’s an awesome poetic event. Great community. All are welcome.