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Disasters, Delights and Other Detours - 60. Kimo Calendar

I was recently introduced to a the poetic form Kimo. For those wanting to try one, this is a three-line counted-syllable poetic form, originating in Israel. The form has ten syllables in the first line, seven in the second and six in the third. A Kimo is unrhymed and must be a static snapshot in its imagery; that is, there must be no movement or motion in it.
You can judge whether this Kimo Calendar works. As usual, all errors are my own.

Kimo Calendar

 

January’s river stands immobile,

frozen hard in mid-ripple,

its sweet laughter silenced.

 

Two February shovels rest aslant,

weary against the door frame,

exhausted by the snow.

 

Improbable March winter aconites

bloom where the slow melting drifts

await the first robin.

 

Clouds of April’s snowy apple blossoms

show off for the ardent bees

heedless of the late frost.

 

Brand-new May butterflies sun themselves,

iridescent, yet hidden

in their fragility.

 

A waxing silver moon lights the June sky,

its beams glinting soundlessly

off the constellations.

 

Late sun angles on the July outfield,

warming both body and glove

until something happens.

 

An August dawn across the lake is spread

upon a face smooth as glass

and painted in mountains.

 

Beneath September’s cooling, leaf strewn soil

beets and parsnips lie disguised

in bright green foliage.

 

Drawn to an October zinnia

a motionless honeybee

rests in the chill sunset.

 

Within a featureless November sky

pregnant with restrained tempests

the snowflakes bide their time.

 

Against a bright blue December morning

an ancient white-clad spruce soars,

prideful in its new coat.

Any thoughts, comments or reactions are most welcome. I value anything you might have to say.
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These are great :)  I think you nailed each month perfectly.  

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A perfect snapshot of each month. What an intriguing form. So much imagery without any movement... I loved each verse and found myself smiling throughout. 

 

"Within a featureless November sky

pregnant with restrained tempests

the snowflakes bide their time."

 

Yes, November holds its breath at times... and so do we as we await the coming freeze. This is just one of those perfect snapshots. Well done, sir. :worship: 

 

 

 

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5 hours ago, Valkyrie said:

These are great :)  I think you nailed each month perfectly.  

You’re very kind. It seems that motionlessness is harder to write than it at first appears. February took forever to write. Thanks so much for reading these! 

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5 hours ago, northie said:

I am so pleased you took up the suggestion (not mine) to write a full calendar of kimos. You manage the motionless snapshot effortlessly - at least, it reads that way. ;) Favourites? February definitely. I imagine the shovels' owners doing exactly the same thing. And July, I think. There is something about a playing pitch in July (be it baseball or cricket) which seems timeless. Congratulations, these are great.

February took a very long time to write. The snapshot is harder to write than I imagined. I’m very happy you liked July. I have memories of being in the eternal outfield as a boy. Thanks very much for encouraging me in these. 

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5 hours ago, Headstall said:

A perfect snapshot of each month. What an intriguing form. So much imagery without any movement... I loved each verse and found myself smiling throughout. 

 

"Within a featureless November sky

pregnant with restrained tempests

the snowflakes bide their time."

 

Yes, November holds its breath at times... and so do we as we await the coming freeze. This is just one of those perfect snapshots. Well done, sir. :worship: 

 

 

 

I’m glad you noticed November. It’s no surprise that the winter and pre-winter months seem to get more lines and attention. The winter seems to last so long. I’m glad you liked that month particularly, as it was very satisfying.  Thanks so much for reading and responding! 

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What lovely/loving glimpses into each month. They brought such pleasure. Thanks for sharing them with us.

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14 minutes ago, dughlas said:

What lovely/loving glimpses into each month. They brought such pleasure. Thanks for sharing them with us.

You’re very kind, my brother. It makes me happy that these brought you gladness. 

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On 12/13/2019 at 12:28 AM, Geron Kees said:

Interesting poetic form. Seems to look good on you. Fascinating year! :)

 

You’re very kind to look through the snapshots of the year. I hope some of the images remain with you for a long while. 

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On 12/19/2019 at 1:55 PM, BDANR said:

You did it again, Mr. Parker! Very well done and executed magically :)

Thank you! I’m very grateful you took time to read these. These snapshots were fun to write. 

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Your poems are as always nature personified, in this one the sonorousity of the wordscape is immaculate. 

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Your kind words provoked a January blush. This is an interesting yet challenging form; motionlessness is not easy to write. It makes me very glad to know you read these and that they pleased your inward ear. 

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31 minutes ago, asamvav111 said:

Your poems are as always nature personified, in this one the sonorousity of the wordscape is immaculate. 

Your kind words provoked a January blush. This is an interesting yet challenging form; motionlessness is not easy to write. It makes me very glad to know you read these and that they pleased your inward ear. 

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