Sunday, April 13, 2014

Meant to Be

to steal 
my heart shall not 
be such an easy task 
it's locked behind an iron door 
and guarded by ferocious starving fear 
 intent on twistings breathless sighs 
around until I hear 
the truth as lies 
quite real 
this love of mine 
will fight and strive 
against the demons that hide 
inside of you my precious sweet 
my words will find a way to ring as true 
I know my touch can set you free 
there's no denying us 
your heart I will 
reveal


A note on form: I continue today with another verse written in a form inspired by dVerse Poets Pub prompt to invent a new form or variation on a form. The form above was developed by Gay Reiser Cannon (who actually created the prompt to start with). She has dubbed it by two names, "Falling Diamonds" and "Quarrel."
"It is composed of a series of lines beginning with one line of one iambic foot, then two, three, four, five, four, three, two iambic feet and then again one iambic foot where the one foot lines must rhyme. Basically then the form is blank verse that is shaped in diamonds or triangles with one sustaining middle rhyme. You may choose to add either internal or end rhymes as well but the only requirement is for the one foot lines to rhyme. Hyphenating end words is prohibited. A minimum of two diamonds should be made." (Cannon, 2014)
As I have mentioned in the past iambic feet, or meter in general, is not really my cup of tea. Maybe that is why I stopped at two diamonds instead of continuing on. What I did try to do, reading Gay's note on writing the piece where each diamond is a different view point, was try to write this as though two different people are speaking. In addition, I made it so that the single foot in the middle could be read with either piece indepentently of the other...linking them.

On creating in form: It is not alwasys easy to follow through with an idea in a given form, whether that be becasue the heart is not in it or it just doesn't flow quite as easily as hoped. Anyway, I had three (well almost three) half diamonds started prior to this piece. I don't know if it was the given-and-take I was trying to accomplish that I couldn't wrap myself around or the meter. Either way they found themselves scribbles in my notebook...












Saturday, April 12, 2014

Still




A note on form:  Recently over at dVerse Poets Pub, poets we're asked to through their hat in the ring for inventing a poetic form.  There were a lot of interesting ones presented.  So, I figured I'd try to give some of them a go.  This was created for those with short attention spans.  Sparked from the mind of Brian Miller comes the form he has dubbed tenWord.

On whittling down:  One might think ten words should be easy to put together, but...well they'd be wrong, at least for me.  This started as "every breath is a labor of love; I wish was for me." (12 words)  Then I managed, "every breath is a labor of love, just not for me." (11 words)  Getting closer. It actually took me way too long to realize a contraction would get me to the final count of ten.

About the image:  The photo was taken by me.  The original rose was a deep pink.  I used an app called Aviary to edit to what you see above (minus the words).  As to the words...which have a magnetic poetry feel...they were added using an app called Poetics.


Friday, April 11, 2014

Tendency Toward the Complicated

On creating poetic forms:  In late 2010, I came across my first poetry challenge to invent/create a new form; I only truly began to explore form in mid 2010.  While a self-proclaimed free verse writer, I did come to notice that (the logical left side of my brain which dominates most of my day) liked to design pieces with structure.  And so I looked back at some of my writing until I unearthed a particular piece that I thought I could model a new form after.  Thus was born the Triquest (and approximately 3-5 variations on it...I have a tendency to overdue). 

By happenstance (I really just wanted to use the word happenstance), three months later I wrote a piece using one of my favorite poetic devices (repetition)...and then another and then another until I finally deemed it needed its own name (which I eventually changed).  I ended up settling on Nota as the name, though if you were to see its construction, one might think d'vile-nota might be a better name.  But I really was not 100% content with this because it was a 14-line poem, which made it feel too sonnet-ee for me (and I, forgive me, don't like writing sonnets...the whole meter and rhyme thing was never my forte...thus free verse).  And so in January of 2013 the Expanded Nota was formed. 

What I have learned in the process about me is that I am insane.  No seriously.  Recently, over at dVerse Poets Pub, a prompt was given (DIY) that asked the community to invent their own form (or a variation of an existing form).  And let me tell you, there are some very creative people out there...even those who typically don't work with form or have yet to explore it...created some really nice forms.  Not that I should be surprised...poetry and creative do tend to go together.  But what I learned is that I have a definite tendency toward the complicated.

And so, instead of sharing the intricacies of either form, I am just going to share examples of each here.  (Though those curious and/or as insane as I can find the details on each form and additional examples from the links provided above.)  The poems presented here were the first of their kind.  (I did not include variations of the Triquest, because as I mentioned that would be an additional 4-ish pieces...far more than the attentions span of a TenWord-er.)

On a side note:  The triquest has a quinzaine feel to it, though I had yet to meet the quinzaine form prior to writing my first triquest.  The nota has a definite pantoum and/or villanelle feel to it.



I wish for somebody (Triquest)

i wish for...
someone who can see me...
someone who can help me see me...
is that too much to ask?
how long do I have to wait?
is that someone even out there?

i wish for...
someone who will hold me...
someone whose embrace can ease the pain...
am i asking for a fantasy?
can i hope to find him soon?
does he even exist?

i wish for...
someone who will open himself up to me...
someone who can help me to open up...
is that more than i should want?
might he be in my near future?
is that someone real?

i wish for someone...
who will help me feel whole...
someone who will help me feel. 



Infinitely Delayed (Nota)

i can't afford to take this risky trip
deep within the recesses of my mind;
where sanity hangs on by just a thread
and the Fates' scissors do threaten to snip.

i can't contend with the fear that does bind--
paralyzing me from taking this flight
deep within the recesses of my mind.

my sanity hangs on by just a thread
and my tour guides are far from a delight.
how can i not fear what lay up ahead?

while the Fates' scissors threaten to snip,
how do i contend with the fears that bind--
when i do not know what lies up ahead?
i cannot chance taking this risky trip.



Embodying Her (Embracing Myself) (Expanded Nota)

she wades through my dreams just out of reach--
a dancer in the shadows of my grief.
I'm not sure how long she'll wait there for me
to realize the beauty I possess
while I struggle with a heart I can't breach.

Every once and again I catch a brief
glimpse of the person I'm supposed to be;
she dances in the shadows of my grief

bound to the darkness--longing to break free.
I wonder how long she'll wait there for me?
Full of pure love, she implores me to see

the amazing beauty that I possess--
dares me to embrace all that I should be
if I banish fear to love's sweet caress.

As I struggle with this heart I can't breach,
every once and again I feel a brief
ray of hope knowing she waits there for me.
Still I fear I'll never feel love's caress
for she wades through my dreams out of reach.


Wednesday, April 9, 2014

6 Feet (One Way or the Other)

There are tiny treasures hidden within;
only I know the secrets they possess,
like the young girl kneeling in prayer reflects
an image of me time had to unearth.
I wonder what beauty they'll see herein.

If I never tell them, they'll never guess
why the virgin Mary rests on my chest;
only I know the secrets they possess.

Little pieces of me I've not confessed,
like the young girl painting toe nails reflects
confidence and moxie (all while undressed),

an image of me time could not unearth.
And what of the cross worn beside my breast;
will they understand how much it is worth?

I'm unsure they'll see the beauty herein
for if I do not tell, they'll never guess
how the young woman shedding tears reflects
my feelings behind how much I am worth.
There are tiny treasures hidden within.



Inspiration for this piece:  Over at dVerse Poets Pub, the Poetics prompt is about Looking for Treasures.  It is amazing all the things that come to mind that hold meaning and memories.  I'd be able to settle on something to write to.  After reading several different responses from the amazing talents that had already begun to link up yesterday, I got to thinking.  What happens to all those treasures in the end?  Will someone else find meaning them?  Will they know the meaning that they held?  Will they take on a new meaning?  So many questions running through my head that it lead to the piece above.  Hidden within this piece are five different treasures I have held on to over the years.  Some from the day I was born others from college and then adulthood.  Below is an image of each with, I'm sure you'll be able to locate each within their given stanza.

An aside:  Even as I wrote the first line, I felt the double meaning it held.  There is definitely a lot more hidden in this poem than meets the eye.

A note on form:  I'll be sharing more on that probably tomorrow or Friday.  I'm certain you are sitting on the edge of your seat in anticipation.

A bit on editing and while driving:  Okay, so I originally wrote this last night when I could not fall asleep; stayed up quite late...initially saying I'd stop after the first stanza and laying out the repetition, but that did not happen.  As for when I typed it up, well let's just say that today was a very rough day emotionally and so still the error eluded me.  It was not until my drive home (where I typically do my best thinking) that I realized it wasn't Mary Magdalene; the pendent was of the Immaculate Conception and thus of the Virgin Mary.  Lucky me the syllable count matched and thus the change for any who may have read the original.  It also dawned on me as I drove home, which is either a reflection on my state of mind since last night or true to the fact that I do my best thinking while driving, this piece has a very prevelent (unitentional) religious association.  I wonder if that is my subconscience's way of telling me something.  hmm...



This young girl use to hang above my bed whan I was a little girl.
She still resides close to me during the evenings slumber.

She was a fixture in the upstairs hall bathroom as I grew up.
I stole her when I got my own place and she now hangs in my bathroom.

I got her when I went away to college.
She still hangs on my wall.

I've had the cross since my Christening.
The pendant of the Immaculate Conception was found
among my grandfather's things; I don't know what it meant to him
for I had never met him, but it is something of him that I can hold on to.



Tuesday, April 8, 2014

A Tale of Love (and Woe) – Lovers' Song #6

Knight #6


Princess #6




This series is a branch-off of a ten act ballad called A Tale of Love and Woe.

On a side note:  I recently sat down and started toying with the final act of A Tale of Love and Woe.  As I have previously admitted, by the time I got to act ten of this ballad I was quite exhausted of meter and rhyme; and so I short changed the final act.  Since, as the original leads you to believe, I have no intention of revisiting this story beyond what is already written, I thought it would be nice to write a true or at least better ending.  Hopefully, I'll iron out the kinks soon and share the tale in its entirety here.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Statue

I sit stock-still
staring straight ahead
wondering
what would it be like
to transform my appearance
and blend completely into
my surroundings

1 (zzzip)... 2...
3 (zzzip)... 4...

what might if feel like
to be painted head to toe
that I am indistinguishable from
my background

5 (zzzip)... 6...
7 (zzzip)... 8...

It doesn't take long
to realize
I don't need to possess
such an ability
nor be painted
so perfectly

to disappear.



Inspiration for this piece:  So over at dVerse Poets Pub the exploration for MeetingTheBar is emotions.  The idea is to explore them in poetry without actually speaking directly of them...so no saying happy or sad or mad or zanny.  So as I was staring off into space thinking about where I might take this, I truly did begin to wonder what it would be like to morph into my surroundings...I suppose it is indicative of my current mood, which hopefully most will be able to decipher from this piece.  (Interested to see how others attacked such an interesting prompt...check out the zanny talents of the dVerse community.)