A VERY INTERESTING prompt this week, for Poetry Potluck #41. The subject is SAINTS, MONKS, and MEDITATION.
SWEET TOOTH
A tiny winged thing flew
onto the chocolate icing.
It was a mite,
or maybe a minuscule saint
with a sweet tooth.
Who said
a sanctified creature of God
has to be as tall as me
and clad in Titian robes?
It either burrowed
into the sugary darkness
to sleep in saccharine slumber,
or made its way aloft,
tucked into a mouthful
on my silvery fork,
its fate sealed
for a trip to heaven,
because I ate either a fly
or maybe a saint.
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I've mentioned before that I have a real fondness for the poetic form known as the PANTOUM. It's a form that first appeared in the 15th century in Malayan literature. The Western version is a poem of indefinite length made up of stanzas whose four lines are repeated in a pattern, and whose last stanza is a bit twisty. I still have to refer to notes when I try to tackle a Pantoum. Lines 2 and 4 become lines 1 and 3 in the next stanza..this will help!! The point is that each line gets to appear twice.
ROSES ONCE MORE
Help me live like a streak of lightning,
please solve my failure to float.
I'm shouting into my hand
as I clutch a tiny saint.
Please solve my failure to float.
Push me off the ledge,
as I clutch a tiny saint.
Let me see passion and roses once more.
Push me off the ledge.
I'm stir crazy by now,
let me see passion and roses once more.
Don't care if love's a cliche'.
I'm stir crazy by now,
seems like I'm nailed to the wall.
Don't care if love's a cliche',
make it shine like crystal again.
Seems like I'm nailed to the wall.
I'm shouting into my hand,
make it shine like crystal again.
Help me live like a streak of lightning.
copyright/all rights reserved/2011
http://www.minblu.blogspot.com/
http://twitter.com/lynxny
