"sedoka" poems
*My dear, hear me out
They may shake you to the ground
But you own arms of a sword.
Strength to just dive in
Enough to rise above all
For every dent you soar high.*
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
my precious, my love
when will we know that our love
will continue forever?
keep the seedbed moist
sprout, take root, ready to grow …
caring relationships thrive
Mark Toney © 2022
Poetry form: Sedoka - My Sedoka poem is one lover's sincere question, followed by the other lover's discerning answer. The Sedoka is a two-stanza poem, each stanza having three lines, with five syllables on the first line and seven syllables on the second and third lines.
Oct 29, 2022
Oct 29, 2022 at 10:15 PM UTC
a longing for you
over took my pen tonight
for your voice was the night wind
and then with closed eyes
and full heart you came to me
your soft touch from miles away
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC
“The scent of your light
envelopes all over and
spirits me away from here.”
“And thus, I go with
you; the sound of your shadow
snatches me in this half light.”
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 4:42 PM UTC
Tonight I'm dreaming
Of your lovely, lonely strings
Crying loud in orchestras
Your sound makes me dance
E'en though I have two left feet
Pedal Harps are so divine
~Marian~
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
Katauta is an unrhymed Japanese form consisting 0f 17 or 19 syllables in a 3 lined poem 5/7/7 or 5/7/5
These were usually lovers poems
Katautas were considered half poems
A pair of Katautas with syllable count 5/7/7
Is called a sedoka
Standing in your glow
In the aura of your smile
Makes me feel love in your light
Or
Embracing your heart
With each pound against my soul
Fills me with your love
Sedoka:
Your rose petal lips
Were so soft and full of love
Kissing me under the stars
Under the half moon
We stood together and stared
In the twilight of our eyes
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 1:33 AM UTC
Does a creek rock know
that it has been transported
from there to a distant here
then covered with paint
stationed to guard garden mulch
lest it escape to the lawn?
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
open swinging door
oscillates gently in spring's
warm and moist respirations
hyacinth's odor
wafting in through the screen door
on reminiscence of you
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
sun-kissed valley wind
train to _Madrid's_ not here yet
— want a _cerveza_
sit in the shadow
look at those pale, _lovely hills_
— let's have _anisette_
Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 5:54 AM UTC