Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #107: Soliloquy No Renga: One Starry Night

Starry Night by Alex Ruiz

one starry night

to make that one painting -

the rustling leaves

as summer draws to a close

and the green leaves turn to gold

on one starry night
so many years in the past
years rushed by so fast
a foolish girl made a wish
that could never come to pass

she would never be
Venus Anadyomene
more Pickman's model
never seen through eyes of love
always used and tossed aside

the rustling of leaves
as they crunch beneath the shoes
of a broken crone
step hobbled and hair of gray
dead dreams lie within her heart

summer draws to close
life's flame is growing dimmer
she hides in the dark
tortured by the memory
of a girl who wanted more

green leaves turn to gold
golden strands of hair to gray
no matter the shade
she was never beautiful
her heart is cold as winter

~Chèvrefeuille & Cie~

Notes:

The first Hokku was created by Chèvrefeuille. The rest of this mess you can blame on me.

Shout-outs to Sandro Botticelli and H.P. Lovecraft. Can you spot their influence?

You Can't Kiss A Movie

The image is from the 2007 picture Sunshine. It was chosen because I thought it stood out.

You Can't Kiss A Movie

You did your best once to connive

Me into loving you better

Than any man alive

But you can't kiss a movie

You certainly succeeded to intrigue

While the hours flew brightly by

You devoured me with your insatiable greed

But you can't kiss a movie

You were vehement that I should stay

But I kept my courage bright against each dark reproof

The only place I'll stay is far away

Because you can't kiss a movie

You cannot love someone who keeps himself

As remote as an image

Projected on a screen

~Helena~

Prompts used:

Jeremy's Daily Challenge

Three Word Wednesday

R is for RemyLa

Sometimes Its Nobody

I

They say there's someone for everyone

But that's simply not true for all of us

Some of us will live our lives in loveless limbo

Some of us end up with no-one

II

No-one is the one meant for me

No-one is the one for so many folk

No-one gets 'round like Don Juan or Casanova

No-one is my one love, you see

III

See how a hopeful heart has broke

See how dreams of love fade with betrayal

When there have been so many more lives than truths told

Dreams of love have gone up in smoke

IV

Smoke screen put up to hide the sun

My heart don't want to see the loveless light

It would rather hide inside the eternal night

From a love that lies to everyone

~Illsa~

RemyLa Rhyme Form

The RemyLa Rhyme Form, a form created by Laura Lamarca, consists of 4 stanzas. Each stanza has four lines. The syllable count per stanza is 8/10/12/8 and rhyme scheme is abca defd ghig jklj. The first word of stanza 1 must also be the last word of stanza 4. The last word of stanza 1 must also be the first word of stanza 2 and the last word of stanza 2 must be the first word of stanza 3. Finally, the last word of stanza 3 must also be the first word of stanza 4.

This form is named after Laura's daughter, Remy Lawren Lamarca. La is her signature.


Example:
Of Feelings and face

Brushed aside from gladness of gains,
while windows berated internal sights
and emotions exploded before they reformed--
shivers sighed, as silence sang pains.

Panes wept sadness...until they closed,
as previous hues taught her heart to heat
and external facades masked a ferocious fear--
that future failed for facts supposed.

Supposed to choose a tighter way,
as repugnancy dipped its tongue in truth;
so she started to strip a delectable tale
to an aggressor's dying day.

Day crouched on shins, so still and hushed,
while the sound of survival was amplified
and she gathered escapism from filthy fists--
his backhander of hate...soon brushed.

Copyright © 2009 Laura Lamarca

B is for Blitz Poem

I couldn't find a good picture to represent the word "Blitz" without trivializing the WWII attack on London. So, I give you Ballroom Blitz before presenting my poem. I follow with an explanation and an example.

Ace of Lies

Ace up sleeve

Had me aced

Aced this test

Aced this ruse

Ruse of the heart

Ruse of goodwill

Goodwill to many

Goodwill on paper

Paper of pins

Paper of lies

Lies like a drug

Lies left me lonely

Lonely for love

Lonely for the impossible

Impossible dreams

Impossible schemes

Schemes to win you

Schemes to destroy you

You had my heart

You used me completely

Completely broken

Completely alone

Alone in my bed

Alone in my grave

Grave of my sorrow

Grave of betrayal

Betrayal of the heart

Betrayal of the soul

Soul yearns for love

Soul yearns for belonging

Belonging to another

Belonging in the world 

World of emptiness

World without end

End of all hope

End of my dreams

Dreams of you and me

Dreams of ecstasy

Ecstasy of body

Ecstasy of mind 

Mind lost in pain

Mind filled with hollow hope

Hope for tomorrow

Hope flown away

Away to yesterday

Away to a place that doesn't exist

Exist in my dreams

Exist in another time

Time

Dreams

~Blooming Psycho~

The Blitz Poem

The Blitz Poem is a poetry form created by Robert Keim.

This form of poetry is a stream of short phrases and images with repetition and rapid flow.

Begin with one short phrase, it can be a cliché. Begin the next line with another phrase that begins with the same first word as line 1. The first 48 lines should be short, but at least two words.

The third and fourth lines are phrases that begin with the last word of the 2nd phrase, the 5th and 6th lines begin with the last word of the 4th line, and so on, continuing, with each subsequent pair beginning with the last word of the line above them, which establishes a pattern of repetition.

Continue for 48 total lines with this pattern, And then the last two lines repeat the last word of line 48, then the last word of line 47.

The title must be only three words, with some sort of preposition or conjunction joining the first word from the third line to the first word from the 47th line, in that order.

There should be no punctuation. When reading a BLITZ, it is read very quickly, pausing only to breathe.

Example #1:
Bucket of Poetry

Kick the can
Kick the bucket
Bucket of chum
Bucket of worms
Worms in dirt
Worms in my brain
Brains in my head
Brains in my book
Book of lies
Book of secrets
Secrets in the chambers of the human heart
Secrets in the diary of my teenage sister
Sister of mercy
Sister in a habit
Habit of swearing
Habit of smoking
Smoking gun
Smoking outside
Outside of the box
Outside of what is normal
Normal people
Normal days
Days and nights
Days upon days
Days of storms
Days of no power
Power to the people
Power over people
People who need people
People on the streets
Streets of Philadelphia
Street sweeping
Sweeping under the rug
Sweeping her off her feet
Feet grinding your face
Feet sweating in old shoes
Shoes for the homeless
Shoes for rich women
Women who want
Women who need
Need a change of scenery
Need to stop
Stop needing
Stop reading
Reading poetry
Reading poetry
Poetry takes
Poetry gives
Gives…
Takes…

Copyright © 2008 Robert Keim

The Wrong Guy

  
The Wrong Guy

I feel that way

About you

Who doesn’t even know I exist

I’ll go to my grave

Longing for your kiss

Although you would be

So bad for me

A lifetime wasted

Hung up on the wrong man

We could be

Each other’s annihilation

I don’t do love right

And the way I feel about you means

You would be my ruin

Star of my nightmares

Destroyer of dreams

You’re the wrong kind of guy

I should avoid you like poison

But I know in my heart I’ll always wish

That you could be the opposite of what you are

~Cie~

Heart of Night

 

The night is filled with infinite lies

Most of them told by you

After what you've done, you ignore my cries

You think you're the only one whose feelings matter

You like to pretend you're misconstrued

But because of you, my heart is far sadder

I thought you were my sweetest dream

But this is completely untrue

For you have never been what you seem

 

~Rose~

Eyes

Image created by Cie Cheesemeister

Eyes

by

Eleonora Usher-Rigby

My eyes have seen you

But yours have never noticed me

I am not a pretty thing

I am not the kind of woman that men see

Or notice

Or remember

My heart has loved you

But yours has never noticed me

If you are not a pretty thing

You are not the kind of woman that men love

Or dream about

Or notice

Plain women go about life quietly

No-one thinks of us twice

It is a sad thing to know 

That I have zero chance of catching your eye

Even less than that of holding your heart

The Gods did not grant me beauty

One night I dreamed of you

Your soul forgot the vanity of your eyes

Your heart forgot for a time the rule

Against loving something that is not pretty

But then you woke and remembered

And I was forgotten as before

My eyes have seen you

My heart has loved you

I have dreamed of you

And you of me

But you do not remember

And you do not notice me

~Eleonora~