Showing posts with label pleiades. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pleiades. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 3, 2024

Redemption (Jan 3, 2024)

I originally titled this one "Republicans." But that seemed just a little too "on the nose" and the sentiment is certainly more timeless and is fit for reflection beyond our current political turmoil.

Redemption

Rushing quickly down the
Rabbit-hole away from
Reality where no
Respite from the caustic
Resurgence of our hate
Reasonably can be
Recovered to save us

Wednesday, October 25, 2023

"Q" (Oct 25, 2023)

Yes this seems a little like a contractual obligation entry.

Q

Quixotically Quick
Qualitatively Quaint
Quotably Quotable
Quaintly Qualitative
Quickly Quixotical
Quietly Quizzical

Wednesday, October 18, 2023

Nevermore (Oct 18, 2023)

No need not to finish the Pleides series.

Nevermore

Never is the winter
Nevermore, Nevermore
Never discontented
Nevermore, Nevermore
Never trust the honest
Nevermore, Nevermore
Never say Nevermore

Sunday, May 9, 2021

Jurisprudence (May 6, 2021)

Something quick because I felt like I should.

Jurisprudence

Justice for the poor is
Justice for us all but
Just as we stand still and
Just as we can fall so
Judging those we fear and
Judging those who crawl to
Jail every needy soul

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Living (Jun 19, 2018)

I tried to write this as a villanelle and then as a pantoum but this pleiades kept forcing its way out.

Living

Life is ephemeral:
Lurking at every turn,
Leaking from every pore,
Longing to reach a home;
Liberating itself,
Lifting the spirit up,
Lasting beyond all hope.

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Grieving (Dec 21, 2017)

One thing I like so much about this form is that when you think it would be limiting because the rules are so strict and the poems short, there are so many interesting things that can happen.

Grieving

Good memories will for
get when the heart won't for
give and the soul won't for
go. When the world has for
gotten and none have for
given then all is for
gone. We all must let go.

Sunday, December 17, 2017

Feeling (Dec 12, 2017)

I've decided to buckle down and finish the Pleides series. So here is the entry for "F"

Feeling

Feasting on the tallest
Fasting grass; wingless birds
Flying high above the
Falling sun; unmanned boats
Flowing alone on the
Freezing water; we are
Forced to live once more with

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Pensive (31-May-2014)

I'm appalled at how long it's been. I really need to do this more often. It might be that since I've been involved with a theater production these last couple of weeks, my creative core has been tapped. This felt like it had been swirling in my brain for a few days and I couldn't get the image of Dumbledore using his pensive out of my head so that became the title.

Pensive

Pleading upward ever
Pulling down a life that's
Passing never finding
Purpose filled with all the
Particular empty
Phantoms circling your
Proud and bottomless drain

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Stillness (6-Apr-2013)

Here's the Pleiades variation on Movement.

Stillness

Stranded sky, concave glass
Spreading light on blue lake
Sloth field, lazy summer
Setting on empty path
Silly bear, laughing flame
Spotting antique table
Sitting and Standing Stone

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

East (16-Jan-2013)

I can't believe it's been a year since I wrote last. I've decided to increase my prolificity and what better way than to make an addition to my Pleiades collection. Since it is Wednesday, it seemed reasonable to use Three Word Wednesday to oil my rusty muse.

East


Eating Dismal Waffle
Every Bird Hopes To
Entreat From Hallowed Ground
Early Luscious Worm Tries
Escaping Beak And Claw
Existing Past His Fate
Enjoying One More Day

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Be (16-Nov-2011)

Had an operation last week and was having some pain last night so I took a percocet.  This was the result.

Be


Butterflies bring babies
Borrowing blue balloons;
Buzzing bees buy blessing
Bishops blow brown bassoons;
Bridges bridging bygone
Boats bobbing back beyond
Believability

Friday, November 11, 2011

Dove (9-Nov-2011)

My sweetie has been gone all week building houses in Haiti. I decided to use 3WW to write a poem. I chose the pleiades form to add to that collection.

Dove



drank of the wellspring of
delicious love I have
decided to hitch my
desires to one whom
dances on pin heads with
deafening life she will
dig to muster my soul

Friday, June 6, 2008

Michelle (5-Jun-2008)

It's been a while since I've been able to write anything. I finally decided that the best way to overcome the block is simply to write...and what better to write than a pleiades.

Michelle


Meanders thru my mind
Making images of
Mesmerizing smiles and
Musical laughs taking
Me to soft green pastures
Meadows of clover 'round
Mountains lifting my heart

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Kasmira (4-May-2008)

For reasons I won't go into, this one forced its way out of me. If you really need to know the motivation, you should read my other blogs.

I did realize something interesting after I put it down on paper. I know there is a school of thought that believes poetry is best expressed when spoken. I am not sure that is always true. Sometimes layout, punctuation, or, as in this case, letter choice can add impact when reading privately that is lost when reading out loud.

Kasmira


Kasmira Kreates Klothes
Kasmira Kraves Kindness
Kasmira Kuddles Kats
Kasmira Kneeds Knots
Kasmira Kauses Kare
Kasmira Kovers Krimes
Kasmira Kloses Doors

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Yoda (10-Apr-2008)

So I was dead tired last night and finished journaling and I could feel a pleiades forming in my head. It was around the letter "M" but I could tell that it would be the same bleeding heart stuff I've written lately and I just wasn't in the mood. Out of no where I could hear Yoda's voice in my head and so I wondered what it would sound like if Yoda wrote a pleiades about his broken heart instead. And I knew "Y" would normally be hard to tackle anyway.

Yoda


You love too much I do
Yearning heart now I have
Yawning chasm calls I
Yellow suns brightly burn
Yes say you must to me
Yet afraid very am I
Yielding never shall I

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Taxed (8-Apr-2008)

In case it isn't clear, this is not about the politics of taxation but the cost of relationships. It is another in my series of 26 Pleiades.

Taxed


Tax my soul, take my heart;
Tax my hands, take my art;
Tax my eyes, take my sight;
Tax my wings, take my flight;
Tax my thoughts, take my mind;
Tax my seek, take my find;
Tax my love, turtle dove.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Pondering (6-Apr-2008)

Another pleaides. I was quite bored and tired at a rehearsal and decided I should try to write a poem to stay awake. Sometimes weariness seems to help me find that muse within.

Pondering


Past moves forward with us.
Pieces of our lives that
Push us toward our future.
Protagonist in our
Play scripted for us by
Patterns of force unseen
Published in the present.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Always (30-Mar-2008)

Here is the next in my series of 26 pleaides. I decided to cement my fate by doing the letter "A." Of course, the first word to come to mind was the one you find in every child's dictionary. This is an example of poetry that I myself don't really understand until after I am finished. Frequently, when I am done, I sit back and re-read it and try to analyze what it is my subconscious is really saying. This one, I suppose is pretty obvious.

Always


Apples dropping from trees;
Always, Always, Always,
Asking for reasons to fall.
Almonds sitting in shells;
Always, Always, Always,
Afraid to be opened.
Always, Always, Always.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Choices (27-Mar-2008)

Poetry is a funny thing. Some days you can't seem to write anything at all and others the words form in your mind when you aren't even trying. That happened to me today as I sat in ChickFilA. I have been wanting to write another pleiades so I seized the moment when these short snippets came to me. I need to keep track of the letters I have used because it seems like a natural thing to try and write 26 of them.

Choices


Crossroads are calling him;
Carelessly ignoring
Countless signs of loss;
Choosing a path of pain,
Congealed blood a stain
Covering his soul as
Crossroads are calling him.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Spring (22-Feb-2008)

Maybe I'm sorry I saw the request for a Pleiades because I can't seem to stop writing them and trying new ways to use the form. At least this one comes from a different place than the others.

Spring


Something waits beneath the
Soil hides her not from her
Sun showers life melting
Snow cannot cover what
Smells of vanilla and
Surviving until she
Summons the strength to grow