Strengthened by Sorrow #poetry #art

sulk

sadness reign

she clung to covers

tear soaked rain

daily same

dark clouds pushed all hope away

sun always went down

*

long for love

little girls have fears

never clear

thunder claps

no where to hide from sorrow

storm so near

*

unbroken

words never spoken

standing tall

don’t look back

bright is tomorrow’s token

hope is queen

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United – “Resilience”

 

 

Photo: “The Sulker” Jacques Villon 1900

Painting from Paul Mellon collection – National Gallery

 

Jacques Villon  aka Gaston Émile Duchamp (born July 31, 1875 died June 9, 1963) was a French painter and printmaker who was involved in the Cubist movement; later he worked in realistic and abstract styles.

Villon was the brother of artists Suzanne Duchamp, Raymond Duchamp-Villon, and Marcel Duchamp. In 1894 he went to Paris to study law, but, once there, he became more interested in art, and he spent the next 12 years contributing illustrations and cartoons to newspapers. In 1903 Villon was one of the founders of the Salon d’Automne, an exhibiting association that was created as an alternative to the traditional Salon. He began to study painting in 1904.

 

The Shadorma is a Spanish poetic form made up of a stanza of six lines
(sestet)  with no set rhyme scheme.
 It is a syllabic poem with a meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5.
It can have many stanzas, as long as each follows the meter.
Little is known about this poetic style’s origins and history
but it is used by many modern poets today.

 

They Make it Look Easy #nature #snow

winter path

I marvel at winter’s bird

dance on the snow for me absurd

weightless they walk  in worst blizzard

I marvel at winter’s bird

light like a feather or whispered word

I marvel at winter’s bird

my snow dance more cold than absurd

The bird’s out in the worst of today’s storm inspired me to shovel a path. “Less work for tomorrow.”

Stay warm and safe you who share something in common with “Winter’s Bird.”

Sun Kissed #atozchallenge #poetry #photography

K

old, weathered sun has kissed my face

 youthful  color there is no trace

wind scorched have I been left to dry

you never stopped to say “goodbye”

*

the life we shared was fair and good

the test of time is where we stood

what came between love you and I?

you never stopped to say “goodbye”

*

some things do come and others go

life springs forth death’s a solemn blow

things fade away, I don’t know why

you never stopped to say “goodbye”

*

the hinges barely hold me now

I soon shall take my final bow

I say these things with fateful sigh

you never stopped to say “goodbye”

Unhinged
Unhinged

 

 

 Kyrielle:  a french form poem is structured so that all lines have eight syllables and each stanza of four lines ends in a refrain. The Kyrielle takes on a rhythmical form much like a rhyming couplet.

The structure of the Kyrielle is made of of a minimum of three  lined stanzas

aabB

ccbB

ddbB

eebB

(the capital line denotes the refrain that runs through the poem.) Thanks to Young Writers for the information

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“People are like stained glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.”

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross (Brainy Quotes)

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