2018 Poetry Form Challenge

Cardinal Stanza

This is the results of experiments with 5 line, 5 stanza poetry idea by Kathy Anderson, hence the idea Cardinal Stanza.


The first line of each stanza is repeated in each stanza and if possible four or five syllables.
The second lines rhymes with the second line of the other 4 stanzas and again four or five syllables.
The third line is two or three sllables and emphasises the previous statement.
The forth line four or five syllables makes a statement and
The fifth line is again four or five syllables and completes the statement.


As you can see it can be a powerfull poem, as well as semi flexible.

Seasonal Blues

Don't want to feel
don't want this quell
to summer,
when it does end
Hel begins ascent.

Don't want to feel
don't need new spells
to bloom,
a rose perfumes
nature made magic.

Don't want to feel
don't want this bell
to go off,
if it does chime
there will be no rhymes

Don't want to feel
don't want this shell
to harden,
keep it softly
sheltering from winds.

Don't want to feel
don't need stress dealt
to Autumn,
falling leaves drown;
they cloak me as shields.

Kathy Anderson



More Examples of Cardinal Stanza

Kathy Anderson

Evolving Self
Frequency
Onwards
Shades Of...

Terry Clitheroe

A Touch
Love's Emotions
Soft Music



Kathy Anderson

Evolving Self

To tell the truth,
Inner sense
Is all
That I can feel,
There isn't any past.

To tell the truth
Of who I am
Is all
That I've become
Which is more than sum.

To tell the truth
Nobody knows
The all
That I am now
Isn't the same self.

To tell the truth,
From sleep I wake
From all
That I was then
Daily to the new me.

To tell the truth,
We all go wrong
In all
Our paths in life,
None can be perfect.

-----

Frequency

Before we met
We knew this love
Was meant
To be predestined,
A complete circle.

Before we met
There was true love
That meant
Prior times sent
Us to our future.

Before we met
Love was the key,
This meant
Time isn't real,
But a flag to fly.

Before we met
Times flag unfurled,
Was meant
As our ships hail
To port together.

Before we met,
All frequencies
Were set
In tones of loves
Seaside symphony.

-----

Onwards

Every age dies
A singular death,
To remind
The world to weep
Not for time that flies.

Every age dies

Once and then done,
To remind
That time's not real,
It has no substance.

Every age dies
Moving forwards,
To remind
Life is complete,
Completely solvent.

Every age dies
Making more space,
To remind
That new things come,
To create better life.

Every age dies,
Beginnings end
To remind
Us to have hope,
Humanity lives on.

-----

Shades Of....

Mauve light closes day
Upon shades of blue
Turned to
Midnight black stars
Sharing life's stages.

Mauve light closes day
In the deep night
Turned to
Wonderful sight
To bask in moon glow.

Mauve light closes day
As hornet slumber,
Turned to
Butterflies wing
Glowing like fireflies.

Mauve light closes day
The indigo
Turns to
Ebon cloudy
Charcoal dark displays.

Mauve light closes day
Days begun bright
Turns to
Noon's brightest
Moments, shades darkest.

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Terry Clitheroe

A Touch

A touch to lovers
is like a kiss.
To others
perhaps it is,
or perhaps not.

A touch to lovers
is absolute bliss
or more.
Many thing please
and makes them smile.

A touch to lovers
is never dismissed,
except
as a joyful joke
taken as such.

A touch to lovers
causing kinesis
a smile
the least action
then retaliation.

A touch to lovers
fills an abyss
caused
by souls wishing
to be together.

-----

Love's Emotions

Love's emotions
Can be ecstasy
That's true.
Not what you are
But what you make me.

Love's emotions
Can be agony
That's true.
Just being with you
Is all I really want.

Love's emotions
Should build eternally
So true.
Looking in your eyes
I see the rest of my life.

Love's emotions
Creates memories
And more.
It wakens my soul
And so much more

Love's emotions
Bring familiarity
No more.
But who needs more
You're everything.

-----

Soft Music

Soft music's playing
It's set to playback
Repeating
But no-one listens
It plays on and on.

Soft music's playing
Placid and happy
Feeling
There's no feeling
Where there should be.

Soft music's playing
A scene by a brook
Andante
There is no motion
From the listener.

Soft music's playing
Of a merry gath'ring
Allegro
Here there is one
He's not listening.

Soft music's playing
With no effect
Morto
There"s a smile though
He died happy.

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