Ronovan Writes SIJO Wednesday Poetry Challenge- No Pace for Now

PACE

You should use the word in the title of this post as your inspiration as either a theme of the Sijo or in the poem itself.

There are:

  • Three Lines
  • 14-16 syllables per line
  • A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.

One minute is a constant sixty seconds- no more, no less.
Yet, we know a moment cannot be measured and is timeless.
No imposed pace nor pressure for souls who embrace the present.


https://ronovanwrites.com/2023/02/08/ronovan-writes-sijo-wednesday-poetry-challenge-48-use-pace-as-your-inspiration-this-week/

The Sunday Muse # 245- 2/5/23 Rest in Peace

We are asked to find inspiration from an assortment of images. This is the one that I chose. It wasn’t clearly labeled to offer its creator credit. I apologize for that.

Heroes seek less for themselves than for ‘Good’,
But those courageous ones still long for peace.
The most daring hearts chase the “What should?”
Heroes seek less for themselves than for ‘Good’.
They won’t flinch as weaker souls would.
Where might we be if they ever cease?
Heroes seek less for themselves than for ‘Good’,
But those courageous ones still long for peace.


https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2023/02/sunday-muse-245.html#comment-form

Ronovan Writes SIJO Wednesday 2/1/23- Delicious are Dreamers

Use ESCAPE as your inspiration this week.


You should use the word in the title of this post as your inspiration as either a theme of the Sijo or in the poem itself.

There are:

  • Three Lines
  • 14-16 syllables per line
  • A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.

    Delicious are Dreamers

    Hide your mind from topics too cruel for your delicate hearts,
    And discount ugliness for a safe escape to enchantment.
    For tender ‘dreamers’ make the most delicious dish of tyrants.


https://ronovanwrites.com/2023/02/01/ronovan-writes-sijo-wednesday-poetry-challenge-47-use-escape-as-your-inspiration-this-week/

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #221-Each for ALL (a triolet)

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one below.)
You respond with something CREATIVE

Each for ALL

“For our safety, Earth’s people shall be One!”
But cohesive families are meant to be small.
Single edicts for world masses they would run.
“For our safety, Earth’s people shall be One!”

Broader than the farthest reaches of the sun
Diverse clans fight such tyrannyeach for All’.
“For our safety, Earth’s people shall be One!”
But cohesive families are meant to be small.



https://crispinakemp.com/2023/02/01/crimsons-creative-challenge-221/

#Tanka Tuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge #305- Media Trolls

Below, I’ve generated a list of 100 random words. The idea is to read through the words, searching for a word that sparks your inspiration.

Then, choose no less than three words to use in your poem.

Media Trolls

Rampant

Phobic anguish
Maddening ‘crisis’ trolls
With sober concerns spread numbing self-doubt
Rude hoax


The Crapsey Cinquain is a five-line, non-rhyming poem featuring a syllable structure of 2-4-6-8-2. Choose words that create drama that builds into the fourth line. The turn occurs on line five, the most important line. This is where you change your focus away from the drama in some interesting way. Cinquain poems need a title.

d’Verse Poets Pub- Haibun Monday- Hear Me Whisper

Let’s write our haibun that references the heart, in whatever context that you conceive. For those new to haibun, the form consists of one to a few paragraphs of prose—usually written in the present tense—that evoke an experience and are often non-fictional/autobiographical. They may be preceded or followed by one or more haiku—nature-based, using a seasonal image—that complement without directly repeating what the prose stated.

When animals hibernate in the winter, their hearts slow to a barest minimum for sustaining life. I often imagine frogs at the bottom of a pond or chipmunks in channels below the ground living life as a faint whisper one soft infrequent heartbeat at a time. In those long pauses is a mysterious hushed eternity that leads to an electrical instant of reclaiming life. Almost dead…ALIVE…almost dead...ALIVE…

Some say winter is a time of silence, of nothingness. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Can you hear it? Winter is a thrumming pause when Mother Nature’s life-pulse is the loudest to those persevering toward the Spring.

“Hush now” winter wind,
Hasten life to fill the void.
Her whispered rhythm.

https://dversepoets.com/2023/01/30/haibun-monday-1-30-23-heart/