Lunar Possession

Vociferous stranger, vacant you swoon

Dispersing anathemas with each step

Whence meters find their distant promenade

Benumbed sentry traipsing beneath grey moons

With the countenance of dark secrets kept

As rays lower upon your unmarked grave

The furtive glance secretes visions of ruin

As spindrifts thrash forth their echoic stet

Forever haunting the taciturn stave

Hunger asphyxiates the sated tune

While the parched arrhythmia slowly wept

For the heart knows what the enemy craves

The boy shook, as the thirsting neon crept

Whereas a mother’s love, prayed while he slept

  

 Over at D'Verse, Sam presents us a unique twist to the sonnet form for this week's Formforall, something he calls the Trireme Sonnet.  It was certainly fun putting this piece together, think I wound up deviating from the pentameter a bit in places, but other than that, followed the 10 syllable, ABC-ABC-ABC-ABC-(Choice of AA, BB, or CC Heroic Couplet).  I definitely recommend you check out his article and see what the poets of D'Verse came up with. Cheers!

Photosynthetic, a Ghazal

I am born from this earth.  Seed, soil, roots and leaves

I sprawl in the sun’s light.  I cry each time it leaves.

I forgive the darkness. Knowing, morning will come.

I kneel before the sky. Basking, in all God leaves

I grow weak as time wears.  Quickly, I outgrow my bed.

I extend limbs outward.  Stretching as tension leaves.

I expand, inch by inch. To the sun, wide I yawn.

I expel precious breath. To the air, my best leaves.

I wake to refreshed air. Today brings tomorrow.

I harness moisture’s beads. Dewdrops caress my leaves.

I share all that I may. Aware, that love remains.

I weep tears of pure joy. They glisten on my leaves.

I dream within my bed. A cycle without end

I watch as the stars shine. Changing, as evening leaves

I have all I should need. I ask for nothing more.

I am blessed and prepared. In me, love sprouts new leaves.

Over at D'Verse, Sam Peralta is tending the bar for this week's Form-For-All.  This time we're writing Ghazals.  Stop on by and read Sam's excellent introduction, where he'll explain the ins and outs of this truly beautiful form.  I'm pretty sure you'll find some inspiration to try your hand at one and once you do, be sure to link it up with all the other excellent responses from the poets of D'Verse.

Affranto In Tempi Solitari (Distraught In Lonely Times)

Troppo spesso si dimentica piano.

Come scalare i picchi della vita e dirupi,

Senza un senso di piacere,

Sogni semplicemente scadere

Con ogni impronta spesi.

I nostri sogni e le speranze,

Diventa ossessionato, come tesori

Consumato da una inestinguibile fiamma di un incendio

Passione sempre abbassamenti-

Corda sfilacciata tempo mai bruciante di

Ogni passo diventa un cappio-ready made,

Spietato e privo di desiderio

Per cui le onde dimissioni la sua bandiera.

Bianco si specchia negli occhi del reciso,

Per sempre cosparso da pensieri tradito

Come la diga esplode

L'inondazione inizia, in primo luogo a scatti, poi in Jaguar,

Smorzamento tutto: tutte le misure

Per una volta che abbiamo cospirato- Lasciando noi galleggiante, nudo ed esposto

Translation:

Too often footing is forgotten

As we scale life’s peaks and crags,

Without a sense of pleasure,

Dreams simply expire

With each imprint spent.

Our dreams and hopes

Become obsessed, like treasures

Consumed by an unquenchable flame—a fire

Passion invariably sags—

Ever searing time’s frayed rope

Each step becomes a noose—ready made,

Unforgiving and void of desire—

To which resignation waves it’s flag.

White is mirrored in the eyes of the severed,

Forever doused by thoughts betrayed

As the dam explodes

The flooding starts, first in spurts, then in jags,

Dampening everything—all the measures

To which we once conspired—

Leaving us floating naked and exposed

Join me today at D'Verse.  I'll be hosting Poetics and thought we'd explore poetry through the use of foreign language.  For my piece, I decided to use the Italian language, as it's one of my favorite to read. Everything in Italian just sounds perfect, even when the words are but words you cannot define.  

Also, I was busy the other night and never got around to posting to the Form-For-All post Gay presented to us on Karousel's and Weaves.  I chose to use the Karousel, but unfortunately the rhyme scheme didn't translate into Italian, so the Karousel is seen in the Translation here.  

Lunes for D'Verse

Kelly Lunes *

Decimated Hearts

Hollowed by

Senseless tragedy

Broken Bayonet

Beneath skin

Sporadic greetings

Cadaver on slab

Shaking head

Younger everyday

Amassing fortune

Voiceless tongue

Lip-syncing silver

Home for arsonists

Burning up

With each season’s change

Collom Lunes**

The gray squirrel

Scurried up the dying oak

Acorn in hand

Pineapples, Cherries, Orange

Combined in a large bowl

Along with grapes

The dogs know

When someone is almost near

Enemy or friend

Candle smoke rises

Permeating vanilla throughout the air

As it flickers

God provides answers

One can pray outside church

As they should

Amateurishly painted mural

Accepted for this Thursday’s show

Displayed beside Monet

Old gnarled root

Rising from beneath the earth

Upsetting the landscape

A beautiful noise

Brings balance to chaotic days

Of silent unrest

It is rude

To turn away as one

Extends their hand

A fallacy of

Recognition, often is seen, when

Darkness covets light

·      Kelly Lunes are three line poems where each line is restricted to a 5-3-5 syllable count respectively

·      Collom Lunes are three lines poems where each line is restricted to a 3-5-3 word count respectively

Stop on over to D’verse were Sam Peralta discusses the Lune tonight.  It is the first Form-For-All of 2013, and a really fun form to play with.  I’ve offered some examples of each type here.  They are easy to think of and again, very fun.  So make sure you stop on by the pub, read Sam’s excellent article on the Lune and visit the linky, where you can read those linked up by the other poets, and also share a Lune post of your own.