The three voices sing a strange wild song in my head one sings a sea dirge like a siren inveigling my sailor listening to this voice fills me with untold dread.
The second voice sings a melancholetta of the dead listening to it my heart goes fainter, my skin paler the three voices sing a strange wild song in my head.
But the white knight’s song promises hope in the path ahead I gather strength, I promise I will not be a wailer though listening to this voice fills me with a bit of dread.
How mundane seem the worries of water, candy and bread of future calamities is this but a small trailer? the three voices sing a strange wild song in my head
Brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers: no one has fled we praise them all; hail him, hail her though listening to these voices does fill me with dread
The songs are echoes of all the valiant souls who led by example. But I am no longer a pushover the three voices sing a strange wild song in my head listening to these voices now does not fill me with dread.
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Sanaa, says: For today’s Poetics, I invite you to play a game with me called, “Carroll Crush Saga.”
The idea here is to select three titles (from a list of Lewis Carroll’s poems) and to blend them together to form a subject for a new poem.
The following is the list. I have used the titles in bold. I have also used “candy”.
I pound the pavement in search of a rhyme Shivering in wintery morning sun Verse eludes me, perhaps ’tis not the time
Old memories buried under the grime Warm’d by the eyes, by my heart they were spun I pound the pavement in search of a rhyme
My sluggish mind can scarce weave lines sublime But my feet dance to the tune forgotten Verse eludes me, perhaps ’tis not the time
Tired and irate fifty-five stairs I climb My feet stamping a da-dum, da-da-dum I pound the pavement in search of a rhyme
My feet dance to the rhythm, my mind misrhymes It does resemble a wide field barren Verse eludes me, perhaps ’tis not the time
I continue to practise till the rhymes chime Determined to give the iamb a run I pound the pavement in search of a rhyme Verse acquiesces, perhaps ’tis the time!
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Ingrid, says: So, this week, I challenge you to write a poem in iambic pentameter. You can choose either blank verse (in which the pentameter is unrhymed) or a form such as a sonnet or villanelle. Ideally, you will take a walk as you work out the lines: either around your living room, in your garden, or perhaps out in nature. Pound the pavements and pathways until you get the sound you want, and don’t worry too much about writing it down until you’re happy with the result.
No huffling, no puffling, no ruffling of breeze No warignal of it in the beginning Except sniffs and snivels and maybe a sneeze!
Slyowly fever in some bodies did seize The infernal virona was suddenly flourishing No huffling, no puffling, a slight ruffling of breeze.
We blamed everyone’s aunt, as well as the Chinese Masking reluctrily as via air it was travelling More than sniffs and snivels and a whole lot of sneezes!
Knights in white coats toiled coavidly without cease As the miny virona went merrily globe trotting No huffling, no puffling, mighty ruffling of breeze.
Jabbing aggressively is the only way to freeze The hopkip journey of this thingamajig Attacking us with sniffs and snivels and maybe a sneeze!
Time to attwart its relentless sprees Our weapons distancing, masking and jabbing No huffling, no piffling but ruffling of breeze Defighting sniffs, snivels and that darn sneeze!
Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Björn, says: follow your own heart and amuse us all, you can use any poetic device you want to use, rhyme, repetition, alliteration. I would be super glad to see if anyone comes up with a nonsense Villanelle for instance.