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Timmy's Journal - 6. Lyric Poems, A Free Verse and a Tanka oops and a Haiku
Welcome. Well this week was a weird one. I'm glad it's Friday.
This week I was working on Lyric Poems. I've posted 2 here. They both are untitled. They aren't too difficult to write, but well I admit I am terrible at counting syllables. Horrors! So hopefully these are ok. They are 8-6-8-6 8-6-8-6.
Lyric Poems 1
We slumber – two peas in a pod
Gentle lover, my own
Strong arms encircle my body
With breath sweet, he warms me
Kisses feather soft on my neck
Fuel my desire - my want
The love in his eyes, clear as day
I drown in pools of blue
Lyric Poems 2
Alone I walk in the morning
under the fading moon
silent trees watch me from afar
I pine for my true love
For far from me he's gone roaming
may never to return
no more will his arms embrace me
my love forever gone
This free verse just came to me. I'm not sure but sometimes I think this is what readers and/or writers feel. Or only I do and you can just ignore my weird ideas.
Free Verse
Writer
I cannot touch you
I cannot hear you
But the love I feel sings in my heart
My soul wanders reaching for yours
Words speak volumes
Written gently on the page
I say I love you and you see
But you cannot know how it shines in my eyes.
Here's a little Haiku to keep my hand in.
And heres a Tanka just because I like to torture myself. Actually this one flowed a little bit better than the first ones I wrote. I may have to admit that this form is growing on me.
a Tanka
Skyward – steely gray
clouds floating, moisture laden
Wet now, I look up
soft rain rinses bitter tears
now, warm sun brightens, I smile
I keep notebooks in my bedside table drawer, in my back pack and on my desk at work. This morning I woke up at 4:45am with words in my head. In all, it was 12 lines about a valley and miners. I don't know why. I'm not reading anything about them nor have I seen anything on T.V. lately. I'm going to go and read them again and see if they will turn into a poem of some sort.
I write down all those kinds of thoughts, if I don't immediately, they just keep on going and I lose them forever. So, keep a notebook to write down all your ramblings and odd thoughts. You never know what gems you'll find in there.
Thanks again for reading.
tim
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Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are based on the authors' lives and experiences and may be changed to protect personal information. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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