Happy Birthday Mother Midsummer celebration Through sodden tears And quiet lamentation the longest day of the year miss you, Mother dear.
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This effort to be gently guided by the rules below. Jazzy at Thoughts & Entanglements thought it might be fun. Of course, there are nominees. And yes, I asking you to jump on board with this fun challenge. Of course if you do decide to participate it has to be fun, not a chore…
RULES
Write about love using only 10 lines.
Use “love” in every line.
Each line can only be 4 words long.
Nominate 10 or so others who are up for the challenge.
Let them know about the challenge.
Title the post, Love in Ten Lines
Include a quote about love (i choose to affix my own)
love can be painful life sans love wounds lovers love sundry ways lustful love is hot passionate love can grow fire in love sizzles love endures many hardships challenges make love grow long-term love is sweet child`s love a treat
(haiku) (Quote)
compassionate love sustains humans worldwide feeds on kindness
Merci pour ces jolies fleurs pleines de vie et de couleurs chantonnaient votre appui illustrant votre amitié merci pour votre soutien votre support m’allège si bien éblouit mon quotidien Merci pour votre appui.
When I saw this photo taken by Georgia at Basket and Sekhmet’s Library, I had to smile. I had taken a phto of 2 pay phones in the Métro last Spring. The fact that these are near such a lovely green space stirred contradictions…beauty, ugliness, pleasure and pain and this is what my muse came up with for Bastet’s Shadorma Prompt at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie.
(shadorma)
Assaults lurk In the dead of night behind trees far from phones cyclists never heard her screams would have dialed for help.
(senryû)
predators always study their territory and their prey.
(shadorma)
phones by parks gives false illusions of safety late at night listen up! one`s never safe when monsters still breathe
Now to make this fun a little and give me more of a challenge, I am adding my photos of these phones in the Métro. Having looked at them, my muse seems fixated on sad affairs.
If I were an insect, who knows how my life would end? If I were a bird, who knows how the wind would blow? If I were a child living in the wrong part of the world, who knows when my life would end? Life is a gift for some, a puzzle for so many, an affliction for too many…
What life lends may be a mystery black and white blends interesting and dreary I can always count on rivers to flow on the sun to glow sunsets sublime and the moon to shine
This prompt, Chèvrefeuille has discovered Shadorma, a short poetry-form from Spain. I have had the privilege to have learned about this through Bastet in her weekly prompts at Mindlovemiserys Menagerie. I think I was drawn to it as well because Oliana is an island in Spain…so it was most fitting that I learn this poetry-form. The Shadorma is a poetic form consisting of a six-line stanza (or sestet). Each stanza has a syllable count of three syllables in the first line, five syllables in the second line, three syllables in the third and fourth lines, seven syllables in the fifth line, and five syllables in the sixth line (3/5/3/3/7/5) for a total of 26 syllables. A poem may consist of one stanza, or an unlimited number of stanzas (a series of shadorma). I sometimes like to add another form, Bastet introduced to us called Tilus which is 3 lines consisting of 10 sylables 6/3/1 with Shadorma forms to get a message across.
Chèvrefeuille sought the internet and ran into several examples of Shadorma, but this one by Richard Ankers is was one he found beautiful.
A shadorma is composed of six non-rhyming lines (sestina or sextet) and the syllable pattern is 3-5-3-3-7-5. It can have as many stanzas as you like, just as long as each stanza follows the syllable pattern mentioned above . You have a week to create you poems so be patient and let the photo inspire you! Or use your own photograph or art work!
Tilus – the poem is divided into two parts, the first consisting of two lines of 6 – 3 syllable count. The second is composed of a single one syllable word. The goal of the tilus which must not be more than 10 syllables is to contemplate the world of nature and how it can open the door of understanding life.
Let me introduce you to a special friend incredibly compassionate and extremely selfless, she cares for youths, friends and family extraordinary benevolence for felines as well. Lise would drive to a city park for many years at the same time every night to feed feral cats, furry felines fed in a park, from food kept in her car, ready to go, she had kibbles and moist food available for the fussier kind…just in case… no person, social worker, counsellor or friend could be as generous, going beyond her call of duty even digging in her own modest pockets to help clients in need.
A small tribute to Lise Lafrance, friend, former colleague, brilliant and compassionate person.