Showing posts with label Pleiades. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pleiades. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Glistering

Photo by Jeff Finley on Unsplash

gliding across the river, paddles
glint with trailing water drops
giving away spreading ripples and
garbling the watery ghosts of
galaxies and the full rising moon that
giant of silver shining light; pulling
gazes from the river to the sky





Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Deluge


for dVerse

Dripping from the moist sky
Damp spots on the concrete
Drizzles slowly and then
Down in sopping buckets
Drenching and crashing from
Darkened waterlogged clouds
Dropping like ocean waves



Saturday, April 2, 2016

Xyst


xylocarp coconut trees line the walk
xenopus swims through the adjacent stream
xeruses dash from shadow to shrub between
xiphoid-like leaves down to the salty shore where
xebecs lower their sails docking in a seeming
xerox of paradise tucked away like a
xenolith from prying eyes.

NaPoWriMo continues!

For in depth definitions (some with pictures) click on the links in the poem.

Quick definitions as follows:
Xyst - a walk with trees
Xylocarp - a woody fruit like the coconut
Xenopus - African clawed frog
Xerus - African ground squirrel
Xiphoid - Sword like
Xebecs - A Mediterranean ship with three masts
Xenolith - A rock inside an igneous rock


The Pleiades poem is a seven line poem where the title and first word of each line all begin with the same letter.
The Pleiades were seven sisters who fled from Orion and eventually became a constellation, so there is one line for each sister. It crossed my mind to wonder how hard it would be to write a Pleiades beginning with X... so I learned a lot of new X words today!

The Pleiades can also be written with just six syllables because only six of the stars can be seen with the naked eye. However, I figured going all X's would be hard enough without restricting the syllables.


Sunday, September 14, 2014

Castle



Stones reflected in the
moat. Ancient stories blurred
by water soft and deep.
Old tales forgotten, yet
whispered through the quiet
ages. Calling out, but
leaving something unseen.

So let the harper play
Singing of those long lost
Days. Shadows dance upon
the stones. Past heroes come.
Forgotten tales renew
memories rise from the dust.
Unseen yet remembered.