2013 Poetry Form Challenge
#25 Divino Sonetto
This poetry form was presented by the part Italian poet Divena Collins. It follows the Italian 8/6 pattern, but her Scottish
upbringing makes a statement with the sestet, and a much different tempo.
Here is the pattern;
a. a. b. b. . . c. d. d. c. . . e. e. f. . . e. f. f.
or .a. a. b. b. . . c. d. d. c. . . e. e. f. . . e. g. g.
Here is an example.
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Reflections from the windows of my life
Occasionally Fate dishes out some strife
Something remained, a half forgotten fact
And on that my principles led me to act.
They are the only thing that has lasted
Enabling me to survive and not go under
Seeing old dreams dug up and I wonder
How was it I never got seriously blasted.
What other things will I find as I carry on
How long will it be before my last dawn
If I dig deeper still, will I find my old fears
Will they give me something to draw upon
As I pour another drink the mirror clouds
And my thoughts again hide in the shrouds
Who is it I wonder that hides
Behind the mask that is my face?
Circle of Life
Unknowing we travel through our days
Leaving behind a trail showing our ways
Like wagon wheels on the virgin land
Or footprints in the fresh beach sand
Eventually the wind will raise the grass
And the tide will wash away our sin.
Fields we have planted our seeds in
Will ripen slowly as the seasons pass.
They'll be harvested before we know it
And those fields will rest as it befits,
Thus seasons come and go, as do we.
The droughts, the rain, the flooded pit
Where once more in time we become dirt
Joining again the circle of life's concert.
D arkest canyons construct the mind
All anterooms for ideas that we find
Rabbleous thoughts all needing order
Kahuna will create, others merely warder.
Each muse is welcome and thanked for help
So I thank Calliope, Erato and Euterpe
They have so influenced what I should say
Comforting me each time they heard my yelp.
Abandoning all in my search for rhyme
Never hesitating helping me every time
Years of writing poetry's proved their worth.
Obdurate in their search in ways sublime
No stone was unturned in helping give birth
Specifically to love and my concern for Earth.
Ebb and Flow
Don't walk behind me on this beach of sand
Rather walk alongside me holding my hand.
Let us blaze a path that's shared only by us
Walking slowly towards our destiny unisonous.
There is no single point at which to look
There is no separation between land and sky
Instead they share their union knowing why
As sand and sea constantly change their brook.
So should it be with you as we share our lives
Do you value yourself enough to let love survive
A simple question or is it too much to demand?
Are you prepared to follow the snubs and jibes
Wait for me on the other side and take my hand.
Better still walk with me on this warm, summer strand.
Gone are Golden Paths
Twilight's sends rays of sunlit fountains
As the sun sinks behind the mountains,
And everything appears to be golden hot
Where scarlet skies contrast blackened blot!
Darkening blue sky grow even darker still
As the sun's now more than half swallowed,
And enters the Halls by some as hallowed
The darkening Earth exerting its daily will.
Vivid yellow streaks fly out like lifelines
Gradually thinning becoming finer fines,
But still inevitably sinking into oblivion.
Mountains cool in the nocturnal confines,
The rays of solar light have all gone away
Their souls escape and prepares for the day.
Above the darkening hillside see the Jets
The setting sun sends out silhouettes
Those hills once abundant in growth
Are now desolate and bare through sloth.
Stripped of life, barren, and all too soon
Will be covered with the foolishness of man
The sun will have to compete with his plan
With polluted freeways invisible by noon.
The songs of birds replaced by digital scrap
With the raucous sounds of man made crap
Destined to destroy hearing within 20 years.
Commercials, the media have seen to that
No easing the mind and settling the soul,
Because money and power is in control.
Lei Piange in Lutto
You cannot see me I am in a shadowed place
But you feel a gentle breeze caress your face
As you sit quietly on the empty, warm beach,
Tasting your salty tears, for I'm out of your reach.
I feel your eyes half-lidded on your passage
Into an all night vigil into the depths of being,
As you engage in silent dialogue, the shaking
A bruised self, trying to understand my message.
There is no physical self, a barely formed shape
No longer invisible as the mist begets my cape
Yet still unseen in silence, but embrace, and sooth.
Comfort, trying to heal the wounds and escape
Then from deep within, a voice crying for release,
And a closure that is finally granting both peace.
Love Has No Place
There is no time and there is no place
There is no speed what ever the race
Love has no place except within the heart
Together with the soul filling every part.
There are no exceptions to this rule
No special documents giving exemption
No security lists saying do not mention
If you do you'll be labelled as a fool.
The only rule that true love states
Deals with fidelity of loving mates
Says that to one alone you will be true.
Giving your lover reasons to negate
An eternity that will be spent with you
Being faithful is all that you have do.
Nelle Nebbie del Tempo
Somewhere in the mists of time we danced
And moved and touched then we romanced.
As the piper played, we held each other tight
Searching each others eyes, far into the night.
Our dance of love a sign of all that's good
Dancing through every life we were the same
The only real difference was a change of name
Our music lingered and changed with the mood.
There is no music that surpasses that of amore,
After all isn't that what good music is for
Nor any dance where two hearts beat as one.
Maturing with time deepening that love even more
Living and loving until this life on Earth is done,
With eternity, together moving hand in hand on.
The cold outside is no match for me
The heat I feel burns it away easily
There's no shadows with doubt or gloom
Before me is a vista with plenty of room.
Within there is a vision with opal eyes
Willing me to take a step forward with her
And walk across the final chasms where e'r
We will reach our highs without compromise.
Perhaps we have walked this way before
I'm sure we have, the certainty is life's chore
For at this moment I am lost in opal eyes.
When the flame has dulled to red, no more
What finer heat's that, when it still implies
That it'll last for ever with our love supplies.
You offer me a silver thread that is so fine
I can hardly see it, yet somehow it's mine
The minute I touched it I was your prisoner
This thread of finest soul, holds me forever
So fine a draw and yet it is so strong
That I am bound to thee forever more
I offer thee my silver thread more crude
Ordinary in it's disposition and yet you know
Having taken my gift your soul's been theft
The heavenly weaver takes threads we've left
Place them on his loom and work the spools.
I shall be thy warp and thou will be my weft
And he will weave a cloth of soul so fine
Gods will look and bow their heads admirine.
She lies in peaceful strawberry sleep,
Pleasure spent now slumbering deep.
He who's dedicated to loving her is gone,
And for just a while she must sleep alone.
He listens to their music, and dreams
Of times to come, like days now past
Feeling her cuddled to his chest at last
Waking to their gentle loving scenes.
With her dawn, it is he who now sleeps.
A somnambulistic meet with her he keeps
Alone his wish is granted, with closed eyes.
Each night united in their dreaming meets
With the dawn he's wakened to realities cell
Remembering her strawberry kisses so well.
There's a velvet garden in my heart
would you like to become a part?
If you dare please come inside
There is nothing here I would hide.
Come and enjoy the sweet perfume
Rest your body on those velvet roses.
I feel your touch and acts it poses
We feel our love together start to bloom.
As your will begins to slip away
Your feelings of love you display
They act as a colour around you.
Tender trembling moments of play
Kisses, touches our loves future impart
You've become that Velvet Garden in my heart.
For woman the moon and stars were created,
When night was made impatiently they waited,
So like all angels, she could peacefully sleep.
With stars impatient as I see them weep.
Softly held in loving hands, like pearls,
The soft lustre of her eyes shines forth.
For her all the beautiful flowers are worth,
With songs, melodies, and romantic twirls.
Without her we will wither in desolation,
And annihilated by our own isolation
The fires of our souls will be extinguished.
Darkness will be our Hell without her.
Because of her, all of creation is beautiful,
And she is the most beautiful of all.
Yin and Yang
I cannot have you all the time by my side
Neither of us can permanently abide
We're so independent you and I, both strong
And we know our love can never be wrong.
I also know we are far more weaker as well,
So much more in fact than others we know
Because you are strong, you ride fates blow
Matching me, we are under the same spell.
We are so strong you and I in loves wealth
Like magnets, we must offer our other self
Lest we repel each other by our strengths
Meeting side by side, not needing stealth.
So shall it be through life that we shall travel
Assist each other as loves mysteries unravel.
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I hath felt the warmth of his breath
His loving touches I shalt bequeath
Within passions my heart conspires
Upon ecstasies of internal desires
May this only be aroused by his sighs
Within tender moments of utter bliss
Shall only be sealed with a loving kiss
Adding softness within his loving eyes
No one can explain the feeling inside
Mixed with fantasies of internal pride
That both may cherish within harmony
The nearness of love shall never divide
Thus shall ever be pledged and discover
For his warmth was a blessing all over.
I who had perished have since been known
To return to earth as a leaf that has blown
Within the autumn winds of heavens breath
I who vowed to return from a silent death
Warmth of love I shall once more possess
But winters snow and frosts bestown me
As I lay neath the shade of a willow tree
May it be that fingers of frost caress
Shall melt deep within this loving heart
An eternity of vows that shall not depart
It is a cruel winters wind that shall blow
As hearts repossess true love as in art
Shall warmth return upon a summers sky
Where all shall bequeath an eternal sigh.
She hides behind a veil of chiffon lace
What ails she who masks within disgrace
Of wanton sins her life must not partake
Eyes must not reveal for chastities sake
What her thoughts shall be deep within
Had she not partaken of her holy vow
Not one suggestion of feeling may show
That shall only be classed as carnal sin
Casting aside all those wanton delights
Dedication plagued with no more rights
That may disgrace her not within shame
So long may it be upon lonesome nights
She had yearned for her lovers charms
To be locked sinfully within loving arms.
Chilled But Not Shaken
Let not the winters icy fingers grasp
Nor suffer the bitter winds that gasp
Wintry sigh's with a promise of snow
For winters season shall silently flow
Pretty the flakes that suddenly melt
Remaining as ice within earths floor
Vanish to oblivion are now no more
Tho' chills of winter are oft' still felt
When the sun is within hibernation
Seasons are part of earths creation
And has been since time itself began
For each and every future generation
This planet shall revolve forever after
Unless there be ever a final disaster.
Black is the night of the spineless creatures
Arose from a tomb with no human features
Within black slimy skin and red blooded eyes
Haunts within a nightmare of starless skies
Doomed to be the predator of earthen lore
That smoulders within flames of torment
From the furnace of earth all hell had sent
What was then once shall be never no more
Grasping fingers that cling to earthen loam
Where footprints once found their way home
Upon a fate worse than deaths undying rest
Of everlasting torment where spirits roam
That arise when a moon is hidden from view
But all who shall witness are less than a few.
Drawn to affections of a lovers touch
For feelings show I love him so much
Wildly my heart beats when he is near
When he is not then I shed a sad tear
What is this invasive thing called love
This tender intrusion of fantasy dreams
If what love predicts is all that it seems
When so inflicted shall earth really move
Why is it that I forever dream like this
Can what I feel be put right with a kiss
Yet I am drawn to the affections of love
And when it all happens I shall know bliss
I know now what a lovers kiss may bring
For all that remain within passions sing.
This night seems very strange all is still
There is no sound to silence but peace
No pent up thoughts within to release
What was once life is now void and nil
There is a greyness within dark clouds
Strange voices whisper thro' the trees
Within the silence of a drifting breeze
As darkness upon the night enshrouds
Gone is the hoot of the old tawny owl
Not a thing here left of beasts or fowl
No wild life left to call the right sound
There is no vision of those on the prowl
This night seems very strange and still
What was once life is now void and nil.
'Tis golden bales o' the sun ripened hay
That a farm boy gathers this autumn day
Ye olde rickety horse drawn wooden cart
Rattles along when thee horse he do start
He be heard from green pastures around
But this is a fine olde countryside feature
Folk dont realise how quaint this can be
When days ahead shall be no field to see
Nor a wooden cart drawn by this creature
Pictures shall only be kept of this scene
For the future of what the past had been
Preserved within an artists work of art
To capture a meadow of gold and green
Past be the olde days of natures provider
Where be thee olde flagon of apple cider.
Wily ways of a cat that hunts for her prey
Alert she prowls in anticipation night or day
Feline of the night beneath darkened skies
Avidly scans within illuminous green eyes
Hunter of an unsuspected creature small
Her instincts portray that to kill she must
With no salvation bearing of inborn trust
In a panic stricken creatures fearful call
Her hunger to kill shall but fester within
For the meakest of them all shall not win
Too late the escape this predators claws
Best beware wily cat just behind those logs
Awaits a viscious pack of slavering dogs.
You are within loves dreams as I sleep
Upon warmth of the night love lies deep
I within your power of wanton ecstasies
Shall blend within a vision of fantasies
For flames of love within heat of a fire
That flicker with passion when all aglow
When only within lovers shall evenly flow
Such within a rhythmic dance of desire
Thoughts of fantasies shall ever remain
To be left content within dreams again
Hot are the fires that burn deep within
An unrest repose shall be driven insane
But soothing sensations remain as calm
Within a sensual touch of healing balm.
Wash Tub Blues
'Twas upon a monday when I first met him
Though my attire was never neat and trim
I within my weekly laundry covered in suds
Presented me with a bouquet of rose buds
Twas upon a tuesday that day was strange
He appeared again with a voice full of song
Then I knew there was something was wrong
For his vocals appeared to be out of range
Wednesday he had brought me a cameo ring
For the rest of the blessed day it did sting
Trying to force what was tight on my finger
We had then agreed to be free of the thing
To make ammends he adorned me with a kiss
But thursdays intentions were hit and miss.
Wind Blown Memoirs
Ladies of the east upon the bridge of sighs
caught in a rainstorm down from the skies
when fragile parasols bow to the breeze
moments like that only laughter may sieze
the river below did not cause much concern
when winds had blown as fierce and strong
'twas over the bridge where they did belong
none may swim and it was too late to learn
yet they had fun that worried them none
the laughter they had shall never be undone
this day shall be with them now and forever
the old times that linger shall never be gone
parting shall always cause greatest sorrow
but memories shall ever remain tomorrow.
art by Bertha Blumb
Wind In The Willows
Wild the winds blow within the willow tree
whipping leaves of natures harmony free
of broken boughs that shall bend no more
that nurtures the loam of the forests floor
where woodland creatures forage for food
as the winds that dance within the season
for every season shall change with reason
whenever the reason shall entice the mood
the song of winds that blow from far north
shall invite the dance of the willows forth
that pirouettes within winters moonlight
wilder the winds that reveal all their worth
calmer a season that shall flow unto spring
when echos of the willow may forever sing.
Art from Janes lovely cards
Yule Tidal Floods
Right now we have the floods of December
For some it shall be a month to remember
No power no warmth no Christmas fare
Even the shelves in the cupboard are bare
And that is not all but I guess we will cope
For we are the brits with a stiff upper lip
Let not trials of nature loosen our grip
We shall not perish or thrive without hope
There is ever an answer to silent prayers
Where floats the ships of table and chairs
Galleons of oak with a little imagination
Shall amend the tragedy of a brits despair
To sail the oceanic floods now upon land
He shall meet disasters well within hand.
Idea of the Week. 'Table Boat'
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New Year's Day
Not far away
Extended from last year
Then it all changes
Then it rearranges
Man chose a number
Gave days quantity
One Thousand Faces
With no buzz feeling
Stories break jail cell
Broken jail bird
True, kind words
Freeing the soul's well
Tales take turns
Confess, teach, grow
Every hour yearns
Future days they know
Synchronized goodbye hello
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