Woes of a Shoe © Lyn Crain

Woes of a Shoe© Lyn Crain

She coated me with murky, putrid crap
there is black grime embedded on my toe cap
My frayed, broken eyelets, and pieced laces
are knotted tightly, held fragilely in some places.
My quarter dog- eared  in the back is so slacked
with tired leather, it’s brittle and split, my cracked
tongue is so twisted out of shape and torn.
She makes me feel so sad and abused when I’m worn.
My poor insole is broken down to clumpy pieces
so my heels are unevenly worn , my side releases.
Clearly issues with my owners stride, but she wore
me until there were large holes in my soles, I abhor
her! She wore me in the rain and made my leather soggy
like an overcooked stew. Eww… I smell like a wet doggy.
I have more broken stitches here than there
Oh the woes of my life, I’m a sad shoe in despair.

Wolf Moon©LynCrain

Wolf Moon©LynCrain

 

Shimmers across a darkened sky
that halo around you does not bode well.
All the signs are hard to deny
soon stormy weather, or maybe a white spell.
Those gusty raw winds chill to the bone.
Small animals scurry to cover
before the wolves catch them alone.
Palpable fear seems to hover,
the fittest survive, the weak die.
The laws of nature are not fair,
some will struggle to defy
while others give in to despair.

April Poetry Challenge

I’m enjoying the challenge immensely this year, I’ve chosen to write structured poetry this year whereas last year I wrote primarily free style.

“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”
Leonardo da Vinci

This year, Kylie, a friend of mine did an interesting challenge in March to help put us in a poetic state of mind before the April poetry challenge on Writing. com.  In our blogs, we shared different poems that we enjoyed and what we thought the writer was thinking with his or her work. We enjoyed Tennyson, Thomas, Dickinson, Beewolf, Shakespeare, Plath, Sexton, Collins, Bukowski, Keaton, Kooser,  Eliot, Yeats…. just to name a few since there were thirty of us participating.

Amazon certainly benefitted by me from this challenge because I purchased twelve new poetry books to add to my collection of poetry. I love reading, saturating my brain with the written word. There are so many talented poets out there I am in awe and inspired.

“We love the things we love for what they are.”
Robert Frost

 

Resistance ©LynCrain

Resistance

©Lyn Crain


My mountain of defined definition
Clamoring to resist all boundaries
I proudly declare freedom, my mission
My mountain of defined definition
I cannot resist, it’s my volition
To deny any cast form, no foundries
My mountain of defined definition
Clamoring to resist all boundaries

I chose to answer in a triolet. Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines. Make writing a Triolet more challenging! Make each line 8 syllables in length (4 metrical feet), written in iambic tetrameter (the more common way), or try it in pentameter (English version) where each line only has 10 syllables (5 metrical feet).

10 syllabic measure pentameter

Conflict©LynCrain

Conflict

©Lyn Crain

Conflict External
maybe internal
chaos any way you look
demands of drama
becomes a trauma
sounds to me like a good book

Conflict External
entries for journal
the poor muse works over time
rocking the karma
need me some armor
sanity won’t help this crime

Conflict External
a silent kernel
give a moment to explode
attention desires
audience inspires
a drama scene does unfold

The Alouette, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more stanzas of 6 lines each, with the following set rules:
Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7
Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c, b

The form name is a French word meaning ‘skylark’ or larks that fly high, the association to the lark’s song being appropriate for the musical quality of this form.

18 lines

Loneliness©LynCrain

Loneliness
is very powerful.
Emotions run rampant.
destructive to self esteem
heartache

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Elfje is a simple little form of 11 words distributed in five lines, as follows:

Line 1 has one word which establishes the color or tone of the poem.

Line 2 contains two words which identify the subject of the poem.

Line 3 has three words which expand on the subject of the poem.

Line 4 contains four words which form a conclusion.

Line 5 is a one word punch line, as demonstrated in the following links:
https://simplyelfje.wordpress.com/about/
https://simplyelfje.wordpress.com/

Love of an Irish Lass © Lyn Crain

Love of an Irish Lass

© Lyn Crain

 

He bowed his head in silence,
allowing his rattled breath to slow.
Closing his eyes, he could feel
the lively Celtic music flow.He was swept away to days past,
Where her feet moved to and fro.

Oh wee lass, dance for me, I long to
see those ye’s rosy cheeks aglow.

Take me back to those days
Of hornpipes and tapping heel and toe.

Show me again those green Irish eyes
when you paused, and bowed ever so low.

He lowered his head in silence again
cherishing his memories of long ago.

The lovely Irish ballad faded quietly away
and with it the old man’s final deathblow.