Without words

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THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Regarding (Most) Songs” by Thomas Lux: voice, sing, trills, banal, primal, dumb, without, means, noise, plaintive, joyful, words

Voice singing many joyful words
So plaintive to see some dark clouds
Primal means from the clouds and birds
In the form of rising mounds shrouds

Without words think of looming gloom
Banal trills coming from the crowds
Cotton clouds bring hope I assume
In the form of rising mounds shrouds

Noise from faraway one can hear
Hope of better days as bright clouds
I see you soon to give me cheer
In the form of rising mounds shrouds

Voice singing many joyful words
In the form of rising mounds shrouds*

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

* A Kyrielle Sonnet consists of 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming couplet). Just like the traditional Kyrielle poem, the Kyrielle Sonnet also has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet consists of only eight syllables. French poetry forms have a tendency to link back to the beginning of the poem, so common practice is to use the first and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This would also re-enforce the refrain within the poem. Therefore, a good rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet would be:

AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.

For: Sunday Photo Fiction – November 20th 2016, Whirligig 86 by Magical Mystical Teacher

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I gaze at the tidewater

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Barb CT of the blog, Gallimaufry. Thank you Barb!

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “A Village Cat” by Anne Porter: living, under, decorated, daubs, smudges, streaks, clown, carnival, gaze, wonder, back, eyes

I gaze at the tidewater and I wonder when

Wisteria by the sea as I daub my eyes then

I step back living under penetralia

The breeze occur as I wait for a faceless huh

Streaks of fake joy like a carnival cha-cha

Smudges of sharp guilt of a clown drama

Mute prayer as I look for you at the delta

My guts tell me it comes in different forms, karma

As seagulls fly over me I reflect my Zen

I look at the sea and hope to see you again*

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

* The Duo-rhyme, a poetic form created by Mary L. Ports, is a 10 or 12-line poem, with the first two and last two lines having the same rhyme scheme, and the center of the poem (lines #3 through #8 or #10) having their own separate monorhyme scheme.

Meter: 8 beats per line, written in iambic tetrameter (4 linear feet of iambic) Rhyme Scheme: 10-line: a,a,b,b,b,b,b,b,a,a and 12-line: a,a,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,a,a

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For: FFfAW Challenge – Week of November 15, 2016 by Priceless Joy, Sunday Photo Fiction – November 13th 2016, Wordle #129 “November 14th, 2016”, Whirligig 85 by Magical Mystical Teacher

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The City’s Splendour

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THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “The Wild Swans at Coole” by William Butler Yeats: woodland, twilight, count, wheeling, lighter, lover, passion, wander, drift, edge, pool, find

as the lovers wander through the woodland, they drift
they were wheeling and walking in passion, a gift
trying to get out of the woods before twilight
find themselves at the edge of the woods, such delight

walking around the city as they count their steps
avoiding the guards marching so they sidestep
with horses and guards march by the palace, great sight
they have reached the edge of the woods, what a delight

the city so charming, they fell in love with it
lots of interesting places, they have to admit
at night, all the lights are on and everything’s bright
they have reached the edge of the woods, what a delight

cruising along the River Thames is also fun
one way to reach Greenwich and that’s what they have done
passing by the Tower Bridge and the Parliament
don’t forget the Shard almost directly in front

several of the city’s skyscrapers are there
they won’t miss Nelson’s Column in Trafalgar Square
people walking and chatting, city so vibrant
museums to see, places to eat on the front

holding hands in Hyde Park and the weather’s so good
watching people hither and thither as they stood
eating ice-cream from the place they love to frequent
they have to queue as children are happy in front

bright colourful flowers float in Canary Wharf
some art was there with characters that can be morphed
they were entertained, creation was so brilliant
they have reached the edge of the woods, what a delight

the lovers enjoy holiday in the city
they go home content after their shopping spree
people walking and chatting, city so vibrant
they have to queue as children are happy in front*

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

* The La’ritmo, created by Laura Lamarca, consists of 8 4-line stanzas. Each line MUST contain 12 syllables.

Rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb ccbB ddbB eeff ggfF hhfF iibB jjfF

The repetition of 4th line in each stanza can either be an exact repetitive line, or a variation with the exact same end-rhyme word.

The form was created by me, Laura Lamarca, but was officially named by Chandni Hingorani. “La” is Laura Lamarca’s signature and “ritmo” in Italian, simply means “rhythm”. 

For: Sunday Photo Fiction – October 23rd 2016, Whirligig 82 by Magical Mystical Teacher

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If I were to write a novel

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THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Autumn Song” by Daniel Mark Epstein: flower, danger, torn, gobbled, regrets, brindled, fleeting, cargo, leaving, tongues, hearts, everyone

If I were to write a novel
All the intrigues but then blissful
Some with regrets and with torn hearts
Brindled and fleeting on some parts

With flowers and dangers for some
Nothing left unturned, not a crumb
Gobbled up by conflict, top of the chart
Bridled and fleeting on some parts

A cargo full of eclectic and exciting bits
Can’t wait to publish, hope it’s such a hit
I hope it’s got some lessons to impart
Bridled and fleeting on some parts

If I were to write a novel
Bridled and fleeting on some parts*

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

* A Kyrielle Sonnet consists of 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming couplet). Just like the traditional Kyrielle poem, the Kyrielle Sonnet also has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet consists of only eight syllables. French poetry forms have a tendency to link back to the beginning of the poem, so common practice is to use the first and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This would also re-enforce the refrain within the poem. Therefore, a good rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet would be:

AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.

For: Sunday Photo Fiction – October 9th 2016, Whirligig 80 by Magical Mystical Teacher

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Saying sorry

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The noise was Pauline opening the door, blue dawn light outlining the frayed edges of her hair. She picked some flowers in the garden. Lilies, daffodils, roses and dahlias. The scents made her happy. Alec is still asleep on the bed, breathing softly. Last night’s bickering was still on her mind. She shouldn’t have said those words. It was a signal that they should try hard not to be separated. That they should hear and understand what the other was saying. She came in and took her shoes off. She put the flowers in a vase and placed them on the tray. Then she started brewing some coffee and making some breakfast. A nice breakfast in bed for Alec to say sorry. She couldn’t wait for him to wake up.

For: Sunday Photo Fiction – September 25th – October 2nd 2016

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Sunday Photo Fiction – Boys!

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“die, you ###, die!”

“quick, here, before they start again!”

“bang, strike, ouch, smack!”

The noise from the living room was full of screaming boys, fighting like crazy with their toy soldiers, power rangers, ninja turtles, avengers. Or they fought among themselves. They’ve gone through a lot of heroes and villains. And when they were not there, they were outside playing football or just throwing balls around. The energy was immense, and of course, good old Mum has to give them never ending snacks and drinks. And taxiing to their games, football, rugby, karate, kung-fu, swimming, guitar and piano lessons, overnight stay with friends. Sometimes, friends came over for barbeque and stayed the night, too. Life was full of activities then. Now, they’re all gone, having their own lives somewhere. I miss them.

For: Sunday Photo Fiction

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The Stream – Sunday Photo Fiction

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from puzzle books, of which Jae Rose is fond: shape, milk, feet, play, bird, car, dirt, love, brick, theme, diary, pumpkin

My feet brought me to this dirt
Don’t know why it gives me comfort
A creek where no one swims
Is this society’s urban paradigm?

No children playing
Nor dogs barking
Even birds have departed
All we see is flood and mud

People left their rubbish
After eating chips with fish
Milk cartons and bricks
Just to get their kicks

Sometimes even shopping carts
Development thwarted
Left my car, diary not so full
When my mind so roomful

Time to think, to reflect
Perhaps there’s a new prospect
On love, work and other themes
While I’m walking by the stream

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

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For: Sunday Photo Fiction – September 4th 2016 and Whirligig 75 by Magical Mystical Teacher

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I write, therefore I am

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I write, therefore I am
I’m as sweet as a lamb
Words of love, of friendship
Inspiration coming from a pen’s tip
Any pent up emotion being released
In any way, in any form, at least
And when the muse is here
Mind is clear, calls for a cheer
Ah! the wonder of words
Like singing with the birds
Characters, setting, scene
Rhymes and what we mean
The pen can make men move
Can even make us improve

Words are mightier than a sword
Things to be poured
That can be moved
Enjoyed and grooved

Writing is such a good release
Like a timepiece
To show something
That makes us zing

Such a humble gadget this pen
Good for our ken
Could be our friend
Please apprehend

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Sunday Photo Fiction – July 17th 2016

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The Rise of the Skull

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The hour was late
Was this my fate?
In the rippling park
I found a mark
Total darkness
It was so airless
Shimmering paint
Ever so quaint
Swarm of crows
In my place I froze
The fury has erupted
The ground full of mud
Sweeping shadows
Everything was slow
The rise of the skull
Patterned one, I felt dull
Nowhere to hide
Farewell, I sighed

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

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For: Sunday Photo Fiction – June 19th 2016 and Wordle 254 Jun 19 by Brenda Warren

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Walking Up With You Is An Ease

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Every time we climb up the hills
Thinking about it gives me thrills
To see the sky, flowers and trees
Some flowers have a mass of frills

Nature’s smell on the evening breeze
Walking up with you is an ease
Mountains, forests, cities and lakes
Let’s not stop walking, pretty please

Good way to spend our summer breaks
Go for it if that’s what it takes
Sometimes I complain about it
Hold my hand, I forget my aches

Make the most of it with sunlit
I’m enjoying this, I admit
Good for our health and I commit
It’s fun and also makes us fit

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

* #4) aaba, bbcb, ccdc, dddd — chain rhyme Quatrain

For: Sunday Photo Fiction – June 5th 2016 and B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – Shadorma and Quatrain – June 4th, 2016

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