let’s pretend that our ancestors danced in forests and ate flowers
so that we can do the same, without feeling embarrassed, because, really, we’re just honouring our forebears, their tradition.
the past was apparently full of flower crowns
As the King sat parked, slumped deep into his throne,
His eyes ever vigilant, aimed at the open walkway ahead, His orders barked at his royal guards, as his paranoia grew.
Yoshino cherry tree, blossoms glistening in the sun
Most vibrant display of white-pink blossoms, with faint almond fragrance Delightful moment, overcome by a massive sneeze attack
10/15/2019 - Poetry form: Sijo - A Sijo is a type of poem that has three lines containing fourteen to sixteen lines each. The Sijo is a poem of Korean descent where each line of the poem having its own role. The first line is used in order to introduce the theme or topic of the poem. In the second line is meant to delve deeper, give more information about the theme that was introduced in the first line. It's meant to change or agree with and give detail on what the poem is about. The last line of a Sijo poem is the conclusion line. It takes the information from the second line about the topic from the first line and ends it in a way that is both beautiful and satisfying, or challenging depending on the poet. The ending line is not meant to be predictable, in fact, it's meant to twist what you know so that it is unexpected and enjoyable. A Sijo was originally meant to be sung so each line should have its own natural break. - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
Sitting on the window sill of my Chamber,
in a state of dwam. Zephyrs dance; opened letters on my cherry-wood gilt-of-gold desk. News of new Kings and Queens reach my ears; and I smile, so grateful.
Oh my fricking gosh! 163 FOLLOWERS!
EEEEEEEE!!!!! Thank you so so much! Really, I'm grateful! Man, this is so insane! My kingdom's growing by the day! ^-^ This is a dream come true! ^-^
The tree branches are gnarled fingers,
reaching clawing for the moon As the wolf sings and the winds howl, they sway lonely, thinking of doors Doors that they search for, so they can open it, and bask in Spring
Another Sijo for the night.
Just been staring out of my window into the night and wrote down what I saw. I'm just experimenting with the layout too! ^-^ Hope you enjoy it! ^-^ Got a long day ahead tomorrow! Thanks everyone. Be back soon! Lyn ***
I have lost count of how many times
that I have felt so alone Being on the Earth and walking through its diverse marketplace And yet, I find me with a different face in another life walk
Another day, another form of poetry! Today's form - a Sijo!
Just pouring my thoughts and heart out in a different way. Funny how I can find myself in other people in all walks of life. Thanks! Lyn ***
I sit on the rock under the mist
of warm sea-pink spray The sunrise casts its golden beams over the hills near and far Before meeting the murmuring cascades of rosy enchantment
More Sijos on nature, hope you like it!
Working on more Lanterns, too and they will lean more on the fantastical side! I love doing these, I swear! Be back soon!
Cherry blossoms rain down, causing
ripples in the still pond The bamboo stalks begin to whistle with water that trickles down weathered rocks. Lotus flowers sail and swirl pink as shells, white as snow
Another Sijo! This one has a total of 46 syllables, the max!
More Lanterns poems are coming, dont worry! As well as my general ones! Thanks everyone! Be back soon! Lyn ***