Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #16

Seems like a Shadorma kind of morning! If you’re new to the form, it is a six line poem following the 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable count.
Give it a shot or share any micropoem using comments or Mister Linky.

 

(1)

evening train
for a little while
it was us
and the sun
and our words briefly touching
through the dark tunnels

(2)

in his bag
buried in a book
about birds
and fairies
a bent origami crane
that would never fly

 

Waiting

empty streets,
a lone tavern light
seared the mist,
even stars
that whispered in her closed eyes,
dissolved in the dark;

he found her
sunbeams round her throat,
the blunt knife
in her hand,
still bleeding on the table,
her final poem.

Linked to MLM where the prompt is for a Shadorma Pair inspired by Van Gogh’s Cafe Terrace at Night

Om

Paloma at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie has a super prompt for a form called “Elfje”:

Line 1:     1 word (Color or feature – the atmosphere of the poem)
Line 2:     2 words (Something/someone with the color/feature in line one)
Line 3:     3 words (More information about the person/ object in line two)
Line 4:     4 words (The poet in relation to the object in line 2– a conclusion)
Line 5:     1 word (The “bomb” or “essence” of the poem)

subtle
lotus buds
in yogic postures
I feel their breath
“Om”

I tried to write the “same” poem in Shadorma form- (a non-rhyming six-liner in 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllables)

sonorous
reverberation,
lotus buds
breathe slowly;
chanting in yogic postures
Filling the soul. “Om.”

And as a standard 5-7-5 haiku

lotus buds exhale
chanting in yogic postures
the soul fills with “Om”

How much of the poem/image is constrained by the limits of a form or possibly enhanced? Which do you think works?

05/07/15:  Linked to Poets United

First View

pink heads bent,
cherry blossoms watch
the soft arch
of her neck;
perfect beauty glides in silk
for spring’s first viewing

(In Shadorma 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable format)

Troubled Seas

on dark waves,
desperation floats,
over the
nameless dead.
whose war are strangers losing?
whose lives do we mourn?

#MigrantDeaths
(In Shadorma 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable format)
April:#37- 25/30

Crayon Sky

becoming
origami birds,
amorphous
memories,
find shreds of old crayon sky
in their folded wings

(In Shadorma 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable format)
April:#29- 19/30

Ghazal

Old ghazal
on the radio,
like a long
lost lover,
runs warm fingers down her face,
pausing on her lips.

(In Shadorma 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable format)

For the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie prompt: Ghazal.
April#9-5/30

Sun-Crossed

Roses wilt
in the blazing heat,
aesthetic
question marks.
Desperate to prove his love
the sun shines brighter.

(In Shadorma  3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable format)

Summer Songs

Can you hear
fragrant death poems;
orange blooms,
exhausted,
drop from sun kissed gulmohars,
on burning asphalt.

(In Shadorma  3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable format)

Journeys

Journeys with
Hesse’s Siddhartha,
in the seat
next to mine,
travelling backwards in time,
further, in the mind.

 

(Shadorma – 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllables )