A Trying Triolet

The age old art of writing rhyme 
a poet’s fond endeavour,
can take unconscionable time
the age old art of writing rhyme;
he seeks perfection with each line
though he achieve it never,
the age old art of writing rhyme,
a poet’s fond endeavour.


I couldn't resist posting this ready made triolet when I saw that Grace had chosen the form for her Imaginary Garden post, and inspiration for a new one was lacking today - although I may add another later, if the muse strikes. Stranger things have happened...

And here is mark two, already. The muse must have been listening...

If words decide they must be heard
all poets have to pay them heed;
we know writing can't be deferred,
if words decide they must be heard.
They sing as sweet as any bird
rejoicing, as from cage it's freed...
If words decide they must be heard
all poets have to pay them heed.

Says It All, Really...

A tongue in cheek offering for Magpie Tales this week - sorry, Tess!

Fact Or Fantasy?

When Alice tumbled down the rabbit hole, the last thing she expected to encounter was David Attenborough in the midst of his latest quest for the Easter Bunny.

This flight of fancy is in answer to Poetry Jam's request for something nobody knew about before, whether in myth or fiction. By a strange coincidence, I have captured the astonishing story in 160 characters, which will no doubt please Monkey Man, too. Nobody can accuse me of not being economical - either with the truth, or the words...
And Haiku Heights have the word 'lost' for today, so I couldn't resist adding an offering for that, inspired by the same graphic..

Alice lost balance
and found an unexpected
world awaitng her.

TWIST

Imaginary Garden chose the word 'twist'. and this is what my twisted mind made of the prompt!

Ice Cave

by jinksy

Temperatures rise.
Melting drips of ice water
sing Spring's melody.


A last minute entry for Haiku Heights challenge this week. They gave us the prompt word 'Water', and I took a chilly view!

Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid!

Imaginary Garden sent us in search of Big Bad Wolf, or other scary creatures. I've found one I'd not like to meet on a dark night...                             

Fear

In the night
colours fight;
they instil fear,
exploding here.
A shapeless form
far from norm
makes us quake
until we wake...

In The Pink

Margaret Bednar's  picture of a pink house, featured on In Tandem #11, inspired me to paint this. Rather than write a poem, I chose to paint the 'feel' of her work...

 

And for the second picture I wrote a trio of shadormas - six lines of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllables.

Night Boat

Ferryman

steers his patient craft
through the dusk,
a beacon
brighter than My Lady Moon
who has yet to rise.

Rhythmic wash
of waves on pebbles
weaves around
chugging sound
of ferryboat melody,
a symphonic poem.

Islanders
listen to its voice,
familiar
assurance
saying all's well in their world
where sea is master.

Including the title, would you believe that this trilogy comes to exactly 55 words? G-man must have been looking over my shoulder as I wrote! LOL