NaPoWriMo – Day 23

Each day for the month of April, the Cedar Bark Poets are writing a poem a day in celebration of NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing month. Poems are posted here daily. Let Katheren know if you would like to participate!

“And finally, our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I challenge you to write a sonnet. Traditionally, sonnets are 14-line poems, with ten syllables per line, written in iambs (i.e., with a meter in which an unstressed syllable is followed by one stressed syllable, and so on). There are several traditional rhyme schemes, including the Petrarchan, Spenserian, and Shakespearean sonnets. But beyond the strictures of form, sonnets usually pose a question of a sort, explore the ideas raised by the question, and then come to a conclusion. In a way, they are essays written in verse! This means you can write a “sonnet” that doesn’t have meet all of the traditional formal elements, but still functions as a mini-essay of a sort. The main point is to keep your poem tight, not rangy, and to use the shorter confines of the form to fuel the poem’s energy. As Wordsworth put it, in a very formal sonnet indeed, “Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room.” Happy writing!”

Whispering Love

A moment like ours is a fairytale
Where our eyes gaze and lock in tight
Sunshine beams illuminate the trail
From that moment, it was love at first sight

A frightful moment became a twist of fate Ghostly whispers through my mind Whispering your name, were you my mate?
To see the answer, I had to find

Upon a question you received
Shocked and awed through my words
The answer slipped for your heart believed Sun ray kisses two love birds

Truly an angel in the sky
Connecting our hearts through whispering cry

– Rhiannon

The Gift

How did this happen, who sent you to me?
Your mom sent an angel message for us
Meet on Remembrance Day at my tree
Her message was simple, no need to discuss

We met, we talked, we walked the path
Hold my hand for stability I say
She took my hand with a cute grin and laugh Each moment we shared brightened the day

The looks and laughs was just the start
As we shared our past, our hopes and dreams I knew from the beginning she would be my sweetheart For I desired to be with her by all means

We couldn’t have met on a better day to remember As we met on the eleventh day of November

– Jonah

Where does the rain go

Down flowing, the sky unloads vertically
But after puddles go, where is the water
To succumb to, or defy gravity
back sucked skyward, or ground up takes, Blotter

Merged together whole or dissipated
Evaporating to puddling mist
Of weather systems pressure related
back flowing upward over slight bent list

ah, but is it still water, how now to tell
For gone is liquid flow from ark of sight
As at the sky the storm does hoarsely yell
Disappearing into the dark of night

But falls again against the sky unseen
unknown means by raised, then falls, as clouds preen

-W. B.

Theatre Survive

Fossils lay strewn amongst the dusty dawn
Small pale skulls scattered,left shadows long
Millenia of sunbreak brightly shone
Not any now living knew these ancient’s song
These upright bi-peds who walked,ran,loved
Does the verdent earth now mourn their passing?
Crumbled concrete ruins seen but from above
No human left to persue the asking
Such miracles of bright evolution
Final hours found hearts,eyes,late unmasking
Cavers who failed at revolution
Beauty remains,yes,flowers,trees still grow
Natural order,hominids,ebb,flow
Bones,the bones depict the end,you know?


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