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Parenting Advice?

Hmmm…. Advice?
Parenting is not precise!
My counsel is, hit or miss,
This:

Hold children
With open hands. To build one
Up until they are strong, free —
See?

They travel,
Grow, change, at times unravel
These are things you always knew —
True?

Kids succeed,
Fail, succeed again, agreed?
As parents we give a base,
Space –

Both vital.
This is more than a title,
This whole mom-dad-parent thing.
Bring

An open
Mind and heart. Give (un)spoken
Acceptance to any mess –
Yes?

Yes! Because
No matter what the thing was,
Your child should be loved by you.
True.


This is in response to the W3 prompt this week:

Write an Ekphrastic Poem based on the photo of August Rodin’s ‘The Thinker’ with the theme of parenting.

I’m not sure how ekphrastic my poem is.

I tried using another Irish form called Deibide Baise Fri Toin.

The poem is made up of quatrains with an aabb rhyme scheme. Syllable count 3-7-7-1. Lines one and two rhyme on a two-syllable word; lines three and four rhyme on a monosyllabic word.

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Kayaking

2017

Kayaking
In a fjord —
Paddling, Pad-
dling toward

Nothing but
Pure glacial
Artistry.
So spacial!

Surrounded
By Peer Gynt
Who echoed
With no hint

Of Troll Kings –
Just the calm
Morning Mood —
Such a balm

Memory
Bids me hold
These moments
Made of gold


This photograph was the prompt for Tanka Tuesday, but I thought of that time I went kayaking in Norway.

The poem is a Cethramtu Rannaigechta Moire, an Irish poetic form, that calls for 3 syllables per line, 4 lines per stanza, 2nd and 4th line rhyme.

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Bikes in a Tree

What do you see?
Bikes in a tree.
Bikes in a tree?
How can that be?

Susie and Mike
Each rode their bike
Along the dike —
But they should have hiked

Well, they rode along
Singing a song
But the ride was too long
Was that last turn wrong?

When they veered to the right
They went up, up — what height!
What a beautiful sight!
What a terrible fright!

The road suddenly ended
And they misapprehended
Though the view had been splendid
Now they were suspended

“Can’t we get the bikes down?”
Miss Susie did frown.
Mike looked around
“Maybe someone in town?”

Now there they are stuck
Such terrible luck!
To be so far amok!
(Though slightly awestruck)

Bikes in a tree!
Oh my! Oh me!
I’m sure you’ll agree —
’tis something to see


The photo at the top was the What Do You See prompt for this week. The kitschy poem just happened.

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Keepy Uppy

Bluey’s game — super fun
Ev’ryone keeps the balloon high
And if it drops, you’re done
Consider the floor lava and please try
Help, help to make it fly

Bungle it? Okay —
Allow yourself a little grace –
Let’s continue play!
Lob it! Bop it! Hit it high! Any place
So that it doesn’t die


I realize the W3 prompt says “Beach Balls” and I did a balloon.

Meh. You can play “Keepy Uppy” with a beach ball, too.

And if you’ve never met Bluey, this is as good an introduction as any. 🙂

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Local Birds

Bald eagles –
Two of them at play –
One settled
At the top
Of a bare limb on a tree,
To scan sky and lake

In a field
The heron stood still
So still that
The bikers
Rode right past; I held my breath
Hoping he would stay

Hummingbirds
Zoom in and around;
The bee balm’s
Spiky red
blossoms silently beckon
In color and scents

Noisy crows
Always interrupt
As if they
Have something
Important to tell other
Crows. So. Very. Rude.

Four A.M.
My window open
The sky dark
The world still
I hear the call — Whoo- who-Whooo–
Of the Great Horned Owl

I wish that
I gathered the sights
And sounds of
All these birds
In some better storage than
Failing memory

Tanka Tuesday Prompt: write a syllabic poem and incorporate synonyms for the words Quiet and Seek. I chose to do a Shadorma which has 6 lines and follows this syllable count: 3-5-3-3-7-5

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Unsettling

an etheree —

Why
do you
unsettle
me? Why can’t I
look into your eyes,
your face, without feeling
pain? Is it the burden on your
shoulders? Is it that I will never
fathom your life, so different from mine?


This is in response to Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt — the photograph above.

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Star Light, Star Bright

Star
Faintly
Twinkling
In the dusky
Sky — You’re there even
When I can’t see your light
Like in the daytime, or night
When clouds obscure most ev’rything
I know comrade stars form animals
And warriors and women above me
Unseen Orion still wields his club aloft
While vain Cassiopeia admires herself
I can’t see them but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist
One little star
First star I see
Reminds me of
What is unseen
And beautiful
And just as real


W3 prompt: Write a “Tree of Life” poem about changes, impermanence and strength.

Tree of Life format:

  • An uplifting poem in 19 lines;
  • Syllabic: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-4-4-4-4-4-4;
  • Unrhymed;
  • Alignment: Centered

I know that this poem isn’t about changes, impermanence and strength. I had an idea of what I wanted to write, but all of the sudden I had veered off in a different direction. Sorry. Not really sorry.

Actually, pretty sure this is the moon, but it will have to do.

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Ekphrastic Etheree

A year ago I didn’t know either of those words. Here are the definitions

  • Ekphrastic — a written response to a visual work of art
  • Etheree — syllabic poetry that has 10 lines, with the syllable count 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 –Mine is a Reverse Etheree because the syllable count goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1

Tanka Tuesday prompt asks us to write an Ekphrastic Poem in response to this work of art: Eugene Manet on the Isle of Wight, 1875 by Berthe Morisot

And here’s my reverse etheree:

The world is a parade past my window
Strolling, walking, marching, riding past
Some in groups, trios, pairs, alone
Chatting, whistling, silent
An unsteady nonrush
I watch quietly
Inside my home
Unobserved
And sip
Tea

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The Heron

You blend in so well that I
Almost passed by, but my soul
Leapt as your head turned, follow-
ing me, swallowing a vole,

Or who knows why? I caught my
Breath. ’twas a sigh in reverse –
A moment of surprised awe
Then crows cawed and you dispersed.

Maybe I just blame the crows –
Maybe you arose in broad-
Winged flight because some other
Thing broke cover at your nod


Tanka Tuesday Prompt: This week, choose a kigo (season word or seasonal phrase) and write your syllabic poetry using the word or seasonal phrase. My word was heron.

I’m not sure I understand the whole kigo thing. I’m dense maybe. Or my head is too full of trying to learn Gaelic. And French.

However, I chose a Welsh form that I’ve used before: Awdl Gywydd. It calls for internal rhymes and end rhymes.