I'd like to try and write a poem a day for December again this year. I normally ask what format, but I'm late due to how busy it's been. So this year I'm going to write whatever comes to mind - Haiku, Tanka, Cinque or a four line 8 syllable rhyming form I've been practising with on Twitter. (140 characters long).
If anyone wants to join in posting poems each day, then you'll be welcome.
Last edited by Paulclem; 12-01-2014 at 09:10 AM.
So here goes.
1st December
December the first.
Open the first advent door.
Thirty - one unknowns.
Paulclem will join in. a great idea
december
lovely and warm in
ember
under a sunny spell
of an early morning bell
but cold to a freezing
tone
under a snowy fall
of a sky white and gold
Last edited by cacian; 12-01-2014 at 04:26 PM.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Hi Cacian. I like your first posting. Very good.
A distant crow cries.
There's no answer. I whistle.
It flies off. Silent.
The stars above the cloudy sky
Don’t know that I can’t see them yet.
I likely won’t till weather clears.
By then, I fear, I might forget.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
Good start YesNo.
I haven't counted the characters, but that's the form I've been using on Twitter.
December 2nd
Cold morning cafe.
Drinking in the scene; the beige
mix, decor, people.
I forgot to count the characters in the first one. I think they were below 140.
Dark Stuff
The universe needs lots of stuff
To keep it on it’s way,
Some light, some dark. I’ve had enough
Of dark, but now it’s day.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
hi Pail i did not realise there was a form to follow.Originally Posted by Paulclem
does it have to be a form?
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
No - no form to follow. I was just giving examples. I've done a few haiku to start with but I might change. It depends what I come up with.
thank you Paulclem.
second of december
in afar away land
the sun rises frame
the scenery to a fame
to see it is to sane
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
December 3rd
A half moon shining.
Arcs of streetlamps light my way;
orange not silver.
Just before I went to sleep
A poem came to me
Out of the blue
Out of the green
Out of some mystery.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
december the third
I like to
write
and I also like
to say
to combine
the two is
a play
to read it
a muse
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
No work today, alas
I have an open slate
I think I'll celebrate
By sitting on my ***
You must be the change you wish to see in the world. -- Mahatma Gandhi
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