I Dream in Color #poetry #photography

 

You have to admit

it never grows old

daily beauty I see

tho admittedly cold

tiny hands that are joined

each and every tide

drawing lines in the sand

lovely never subsides

and the children what glee

spontaneous in their fun

every time its a romp

catching ankles in the sun

every day is the best

and I promise that I dream

for a window to a new day

sun dawns on color streams

conch in hand

Have a listen

revelations of the sea

paint a picture

The Prompt today At Poets United Midweek Motif is Color. There are so many ways to go when writing about color – each a palette of beauty. And yes I am waxing a bit Dr. Seuss (wink)

Siren’s Sonnet #atozchallenge #poetry

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The Siren’s Sonnet

 Siren’s captives cast upon the wind

lovers never to dry their eyes

too young, they never realize

 stormy reefs eager do they send

ballast relegate to ocean’s end

hearts we miss that never lie

 commend them we to deepest night

eternal tears cannot offend

*

sing ye not this misery’s song

maidens pass through watery grave

you ‘ve called the sailors far too long

penetant we ask ye for to save

pass these men who’ve done no wrong

appease this storm and calm the waves

The Sonnet: A 14-line poem with a variable rhyme scheme originating in Italy and brought to England in the 16th century. Literally a “little song,” the sonnet traditionally reflects upon a single sentiment, with a clarification or “turn” of thought in its concluding lines. 

The Petrarchan sonnet, perfected by the Italian poet Petrarch, divides the 14 lines into two sections: an eight-line stanza (octave) rhyming ABBAABBA, and a six-line stanza (sestet) rhyming CDCDCD or CDEEDE. 

There are many other forms of the sonnet I have chosen the Petrarchan form for today.

(Thanks again to Poetryfoundation.org for the Sonnet facts)

 Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into 
               horizons too swift for explanations.  

~Carl Sandburg

Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.

~ Carl Sandburg