“Trees are necessary for our very existence on this earth, they produce the air we breathe. We build houses with them and create many products that we use everyday with them. What personal role do trees have in your life? Do you have a favorite tree in your yard or one that you walk or drive by frequently? Free write for ten minutes exploring the world of trees.”
The park is peaceful silent, as mid-day sun strays,
Walking through foliage, even footsteps —
Can be heard, where branches carve a ceiling cave.
Though the sky is cheerful blue, branches yet,
Make the trails paved, a hollowed place away —
Screaming city lights, and loud conversation met,
With the quiet, the tranquil breath, gifted by trees,
No sadness here, a happy place held dear.
The drifting leaves, paying tole, to dancing wind,
Blowing the rebirth of trees and their seeds far.
Slow lazy walk, furry dog smelling scents, grins.
Curious thing, to see a dog smile, laughing bark.
Nature cradles us, magic trees rekindled.
Hidden we are in treasured lands, our star —
Bright light always near, to show us the path to roam.
Nature’s dreamy pause, returns with us to home.
——- ” A Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octives. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in the following rhyme:
1. one octive poem. abababcc 2. two octive poem. abababcc, dededeff
3. three octive poem. abababcc, dededeff, ghghghii.”
1a: possessing or full of pores b: containing vessels <hardwood is porous> 2a: permeable to fluids b: permeable to outside influences3: capable of being penetrated <porous national boundaries> (Merriam Webster Dictionary)
I. Pouring water through a strainer,
Or putting flour through a sifter.
We never thought his mind was drained,
But his thinking wasn’t ever swift.
Not meaning to be rude, but clear,
He’d no ideas, just drank beer.
But when you spoke to him and said dear —
Heard the wind, whistle through his ears.
II. Perhaps, it’s not nice to say she —
Had a bit of air in her head.
Like panning for gold through silt she —
Wasn’t precious metal some said.
She’s a tea leaf slipped through the ball,
Not much clever, but despite all —
We hope she picked up some wisdom,
Encouraged her read, learn something.
“A Rispetto, is an Italian form of poetry, is a complete poem of two rhyme quatrains with strict meter. The meter is usually iambic tetrameter with a rhyme scheme of abab ccdd. A Heroic Rispetto is written in Iambic pentameter, usually featuring the same rhyme scheme.”
Thanks for the music post from Mind Loves Misery’s Menagerie. The prompt song is “Sound of Silence” by Simon andGarnfunkel. Most recently, it is noted, the band Disturbed, did a wicked version of this classic.
Wish to be there, so you see dear, my notes just right.
You’ll treasure my words, piercing thought.
Can I reach through your veil, you’re aloft.
Stuck inside, where I cannot reach.
No silence but song, I beseech; sign of love sought.
Dusk, lingering in your splendor,
Hope you’ll hear my words crescendo.
Problems arise when you see how I sing,
For I am deaf, my songs hand signs ring, my concerto.
Please my love, notice me noiseless,
Signs speak my ardor voiceless.
You gaze through me, my pretty face.
Your chosen love’s voice has no grace; my signs joyful.
The Florette, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more 4-line stanzas.
Rhyme scheme: a,a,b,a
Fourth line requirement of internal (b) rhyme scheme, on syllable 8.
Like the outgrowing of a small flower, the forth line of each stanza is longer, and enwraps the previous lines. Line #4 requires an internal rhyme scheme that rhymes the eighth syllable with the end of line #3, and continues to add on four more syllables than the other lines so that the fourth line ends rhyming with lines #1 and #2.