Another one for the dVerse prompt “Zéjel”. The Zéjel “is a Spanish form with Arabic influence related to the Qasida and adopted by the Spanish troubadours of 15th century.” It is written in stanzas beginning with a three line stanza with rhyming scheme aaa, followed by four line stanzas of rhyming scheme bbba, ccca, etc.
Put out the seed, and look at who
Has come to feed, it’s cockatoo!
Crest raised he shrieks, at me, at you.
Nature or nurture, from the brood,
there never was a bird so rude.
Look at how the feeder is chewed,
by bloody loudmouth cockatoo.
He’s frightened off the smaller birds,
whose songs bring joy when they are heard.
Their company is much preferred.
And that is why we yell at you!
Yes off you go and fly away,
You and your mates that screech all day
I never wished for you to stay,
I’ve just one word to say, that’s SHOO!
For the dVerse prompt “Zéjel”. The Zéjel “is a Spanish form with Arabic influence related to the Qasida and adopted by the Spanish troubadours of 15th century.” It is written in stanzas beginning with a three line stanza with rhyming scheme aaa, followed by four line stanzas of rhyming scheme bbba, ccca, etc.
Some say “least said soonest mended”,
and thinking thus, so was ended
a chance for what I intended.
Caution’s counsel taken to heart:
harder to end than never start,
if never joined, no pain to part.
So my heart, I thought, defended.
Perhaps we might have been star crossed.
But if you sit and count the cost
there’s no profit in love that’s lost.
To myself, so I pretended.
There’s a bit of graffiti that I really like over the road I drive when I go to work. I think the way it’s done is really effective, and I also find the message intriguing. It says “sayless”:
I often ponder it on my way to work. We’re in lockdown at the moment, so I haven’t seen it for some weeks, but it came to mind this morning as a starting point for this poem.
For the dVerse prompt “creepies and crawlies“, a sonnet about slaters:
When the sun is up and the birds about
you can find them, if you know where they creep
into the crevices, all flattened out –
the slate-grey slaters, all huddled in sleep. Continue reading
Filed under gardening, poem
This is for Worms, and for the dVerse novelinee challenge:
Sometimes among the green, something… stands out,
an imperfection, something that’s not right,
an extra leaf that bends the shape about.
That symmetry – it catches at my sight…
And here it is, four lobes instead of three.
Whatever luck it holds, I give to you, Continue reading
For the dVerse prompt “dungeons and derivatives“:
Nothing comes from nothing,
there is no spontaneous generation.
Poems grow from words in waiting,
that swim beneath the surface
like nymphs in a pond. Continue reading
The dVerse Monday quadrille challenge was to use the word groove or a variation in a poem of exactly 44 words:
We fitted together
like tongue and groove.
We slotted in place
and never moved.
Which was fine for a while
until the rains fell, Continue reading
Sinking further into the mud
with every effort to escape,
she is trapped,
lying on her side,
muzzle barely above the water.
She lies for hours
before help arrives.
But how to drag
near a ton of horse
from the treacherous drying dam? Continue reading
For the dVerse prompt “Oral Poetry“, I went for a nursery rhyme (sort of) theme…
Off to the ag store, jiggety-jig,
Off to the ag store for food for the pig,
She started off small, but got very big,
Now I’m off to the ag store for food for the pig! Continue reading
For the dVerse Monday haibun, “back to school“:
It’s Tuesday morning of the semester break, and I’m in the bedroom working on my online lectures and tutes: particle and rigid body kinematics and kinetics. In the background my husband is yelling at the kids – “supporting their online schooling” in the kitchen. Continue reading
Filed under musings, poem