Tag: Poetry in Form

What Autumn is Doing

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A Triolet

AI-Generated Image: A few trees draped in the colors of autumn. Behind them are a couple of houses, faintly noticeable in the background.

Autumn has gotten comfortable enough to undress,
to finally tame the seasonal shift.
It does this with the perfect amount of finesse.
Autumn has gotten comfortable enough to undress.
We find ourselves somehow stressing less,
and this is truly the perfect gift.
Autumn has gotten comfortable enough to undress,
to finally tame the seasonal shift.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with a previous place of employment, as it pertains to racism and discrimination, growth from the transition after resigning from that company, and life’s foibles and overall experiences. I welcome your visit.

rainbow tableau

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a tableau poem

Two Rainbows. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

two loud thunderclaps
s p a n k e d the Friday sky
distracted from work
I looked up to see
a blend of colors
had birthed two rainbows

I learned about this form recently while reading an example at The Skeptic’s Kaddish, and I instantly fell in love with the tableau.

sunset tableau

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a tableau poem

Friday’s Sunset. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

Friday’s sunset smiles
reds and oranges
the p e r f e c t sky blend;
picks me up a bit
gives me a great hope,
reminds me of life

I learned about this form recently while reading an example at The Skeptic’s Kaddish, and I instantly fell in love with the tableau.

Waiting For The Right Moment to Breathe

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A Love Sonnet

Gerti Schiele mit Haarmasche by Egon Schiele–1910

My love, forgive me for those stupid words
I should have thought things through, yes, you were right.
My gifts, nestled on flighty wings of birds
Should be penance enough for one less fight.

Though the days grow darker, we have much time
To sift through pictures, through memories of old.
And cherish this love, these feelings sublime,
Welcoming passion–so giddy, so bold.

I beg of you, your hand, place it in mine,
We have dreams to escape and lives to build.
For loving you, I shall never decline,
We’re two within one, a legacy’s guild.

So love, hear me out, please do not deny
I’m waiting to breathe after this last cry.

For the next few posts, I’ll be practicing sonnets. It has been an extremely long time since I pulled these babies out. Prayerfully, you’ll go easy on me. This is Love Sonnet #1.