I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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27 June 2008


This week's Wednesday prompt was to write a Shadorma – a 6-line Spanish syllabic form with a pattern of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllables per line. And they can be linked to form several verses of one poem.

Here are some:

Silk Painting

Nine candles,
a lifted chalice.
Dancing flames
make letters
that light a candelabra,
on a field of silk.


Late summer,
festival of light …
love that word.
Love the idea of fires
leaping, hill to hill.

The Way

The lost key
out of the old door,
never found,
lately missed,
became a symbol to her
of all the locked ways.

So it was
she never explored
a new path,
never tried
a different opening,
not ever.


(Last Wednesday's prompt was to write an 'invasion' poem. I wrote mine as a tanka, which will be included in the June haiku on Haiku Page of the Passionate Crone.)

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