Day 13 – Art in the Wayward Mind

Weird People

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Great Horned Owl” by Sallie Wolf: owl, perched, tree, night, birds, sun, rose, crows, caws, caused, found, flee

Blessed are the weird people
Blessed are the wayward mind
Mind the gap
Mind the owl perched on the tree
Tree of life
Tree with birds
Birds chirping
Birds and crows
Crows caws
Crows flying
Flying in the sky
Flying in the night
Night and day
Night with my knight
Knight of shining armour
Knight to save the princess
Princess found and saved
Princess and the sun
Sun rose
Sun caused sunburn
Sunburn and the sea
Sunburn be careful
Careful of my heart
Careful to break my heart
Heart and soul
Heart to heart
Heart of love
Heart being hurt
Hurt and bruise
Hurt of humiliation
Humiliation and disgrace
Humiliation and shame
Shame of being found out
Shame of the event
Event of a lifetime
Event that change life
Life in the universe
Life of an artist
Artist and dancer
Artist and sculpture
Sculpture collage
Sculpture made by you
You and me against the world
You light up my life
Life in the 21st century
Life and the gap
Gap between government and people
Gap of the century

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The Blitz Poem

For: Day 13 – Art in the Wayward Mind , Whirligig 133

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Dried sunflowers athwart the man

– Denise Kwong

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “This Is No Case of Petty Right or Wrong” by Edward Thomas: petty, hate, patriot, athwart, cauldrons, clear, yesterday, miss, broods, dust, live, endure

Dried sunflowers athwart the man
A patriot that’s clear
He had to endure what he can
Hates the dust, that’s his fear
A petty life he has to live
Missing fresh air that’s admissive
A petty life
A petty life
He broods, hope he’s more assertive

Dried sunflowers athwart the man
It happened yesterday
Stirring the cauldron as he can
Adding some herbs and whey
Such a tough life he has to lead
And all the world is full of greed
Such a tough life
Such a tough life
Time for a change we have agreed

Dried sunflowers athwart the man
So toxic he can’t breathe
Doesn’t think he will have his clan
To pass what he bequeath
What has just happened to the world?
Transformation to be unfurled
What has happened?
What has happened?
It’s best to live in our dream world*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The Trijan Refrain, created by Jan Turner, consists of three 9-line stanzas, for a total of 27 lines. Line 1 is the same in all three stanzas, although a variation of the form is not to repeat the same line at the beginning of each stanza. In other words, the beginning line of each stanza can be different. The first four syllables of line 5 in each stanza are repeated as the double-refrain for lines 7 and 8. The Trijan Refrain is a rhyming poem with a set meter and rhyme scheme as follows:

Rhyme scheme: a/b/a/b/c/c/d,d refrain of first 4 words of line five /c

Meter: 8/6/8/6/8/8/4,4 refrain/8

For: Photo Challenge #184, Whirligig 132

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City driving

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THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Drum Dream Girl” by Margarita Engle: drum, pounding, sticks, secret, gardens, imaginary, parrot, comforting, carnivals, rattling, silver, allowed

Driving to the city with the silver side mirror
Objects are allowed to be nearer but blur
I am not keen on driving in the city
There’s always traffic to do my shopping spree
Sometimes the noise is like a drum pounding on
Every manoeuvre should always be dead on
Stick shift requires more skill than automatic
And with Him who is such a secret car critic
Better to stay in my comforting garden
And with my parrot’s rattling noise, it’s more fun
Driving to the city with the silver side mirror
Objects are allowed to be nearer but blur

(c) ladyleemanila 2017


For: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 38, FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017 WEEK #36, Whirligig 131

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In my mind you’re still here

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THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Bleecker Street, Summer” by Derek Walcott: prose, lemons, languor, tangled, salt, sprinklers, streams, smell, mind, aflame, undress, damp

In my mind you’re still here
With your smelly shoes
And your damp shirt and gear
Aflame if we choose

With your smelly shoes
Tangled with our laughter
Our own very prose
In streams we swam deeper

And your damp shirt and gear
Heavy with languor
As we undress, my dear
Lemons and flower

Aflame if we choose
Wish you were still with me
Did not want adieus
Turn back the clock, my plea*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Created by C. G. V. Lewis, the Quadrilew is a form of quatrain poem with an abab rhyming scheme, repeating lines, and contains an alternating syllable structure.

In the first verse, the poet may either start with a five or six syllable line. If the choice is five then the ‘sounding’ syllable count is (and opposite if the count is six):

Line 1, 5 syllables.
Line 2, 6 syllables.
Line 3, 5 syllables.
Line 4, 6 syllables.

Line 1, (which is a REPEAT of line 2 of the FIRST verse) has 6 syllables.
Line 2 new line of 5 syllables
Line 3 new line of 6 syllables
Line 4 new line of 5 syllables.

Line 1, (which is a REPEAT of line 3 of the first verse) has 5 syllables.
Line 2 new line of 6 syllables.
Line 3 new line of 5 syllables.
Line 4 new line of 6 syllables.

Line 1, (which is a REPEAT of line 4 of the first verse) has 6 syllables.
Line 2 new line of 5 syllables.
Line 3 new line of 6 syllables.
Line 4 new line of 5 syllables.

If the first line of verse one has 6 syllables then the pattern is
Verse 1, 6565,
Verse 2, 5656,
Verse 3, 6565,
Verse 4 5656: (the rhyme pattern still being abab.)

For: 22 September 2017 Friday Fictioneers, Whirligig 130

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My mask – 100 Word Wednesday: Week 37


THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Good Shape” by Esther Cohen: look, writing, tell, enormous, drawing, elsewhere, jackets, long, think, flat, see, you

Now you see me, now you do not
A fantasy, I’m sure it’s naught
With my mask I could be elsewhere
Look! Everyone’s here to stare
Tell you what, I think I could go around the plot

I drew an enormous green head
With my long jacket as I sped
Wrote my name in one minute flat
Did not have time to have our chat
I was in a hurry to bake my gingerbread

Painting my mask is such a treat
Pretending is such a new feat
All the things I need for new me
Don’t be scared or angry*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The Florette (Form No. 2), created by Jan Turner, is a variation and longer form of The Florette.

Rhyme scheme: a,a,b,b,a
Meter: 8,8,8,8,12
Iambic beat is required throughout (one unaccented followed by one accented syllable).

For: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 37, Whirligig 129

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Sing me a song with mist


THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Sea Fever” by John Masefield: kick, song, shaking, mist, grey, spume, yarn, vagrant, laughing, way, sleep, over

Sing me a song with mist
On this grey sleep over
Laughing all the way here
Water was spuming
Circling there as I hear

Sing me a song with mist
Weave me a yarn of tales
The room started shaking
Vagrant of migration
Kicking and screaming

Sing me a song with mist
Hope the water don’t rise
And we don’t have such flood
Paper boat floating by
Children play in the mud

Sing me a song with mist
On such a grey morning
I see people pass by
On their way to some place
And bird tweet as they fly*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The Monchielle is a poem that consists of four five-line stanzas where the first line repeats in each verse. Each line within the stazas consist of six syllables, and lines three and five rhyme. The rhyme pattern is Abcdc Aefgf Ahiji Aklml.

The Monchielle form was created by Jim T. Henriksen.

For: Sunday Photo Fiction – September 10th 2017, Whirligig 128

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FFfAW Challenge – Hope flows from my soul

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Thank you artycaptures!

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Trying to Pray” by Twyla Hansen: press, palms, bow, songbirds, ravage, butterflies, fox, farmer, tomatoes, dazzled, munching, flows

Songbird cuts the calm with a serenade
I press the palms of my hands together
Hope flows from my soul searching for answer
Dazzled with unknown and what it conveyed

I bow my head, reach up my hand as I prayed
Sweet butterflies hover by the altar
Songbird cuts the calm with a serenade
I press the palms of my hands together

The farmer and his tomatoes as he sprayed
Munching them after he sprayed the acre
I saw a fox following him with his fur
Like a jackal at the moon as it bayed
Songbird cuts the calm with a serenade*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Rondel – a French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.

For: FFfAW Challenge-Week of September 5, 2017, Whirligig 127

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