Saddle Up Saloon: Thrush Travels

Aug3

The poem below was written for Colleen’s double ennead challenge No. 6. The Double Ennead comprises five lines with a syllable count of 6/5/11/6/5, (33 SYLLABLES per stanza) 3 STANZAS EACH = 99 SYLLABLES, NO MORE, NO LESS! During this month, poets were challenged to use the image below to compose their poetry (ekphrastic poetry).

Lone thrush flies with the breeze,

floats in the wind’s song,

wavers and shivers at the sound of thunder,

calms at the sky’s blue folds

and their white patches.

Lone thrush flies with the breeze,

looks for life in hills,

stills at the urgent cries of pouncing eagles,

rubs wings with a goldfinch,

croons with small songbirds.

Lone thrush flies with the breeze,

stares at earth’s colors

flies to join golden finch in the red maple,

cuts into samara

finds home in lush warmth.

Double Ennead Challenge – When the Night Disappears

Apr23

Photo by Asad Photo Maldives on Pexels.com

The songbird croons and hums

expressing an ache

for the waning night from the depth of her soul

as she glides to the hole

at the break of dawn.

The rose shrinks its petals

and clings close to leaves

holding on to the last traces of the night.

blushing at dawn’s bright light,

dew oozing to stem.

The boy pretends and squints,

hiding in his quilt,

eventually, he picks up his school bag

and adjusts his class tag,

walks the sunny path.

The double Ennead comprises five lines with a syllable count of 6/5/11/6/5, (33 SYLLABLES per stanza) 3 STANZAS EACH = 99 SYLLABLES. This month’s theme is to write a double ennead based on a magical experience. You may choose the end rhyme scheme you want. Thank you, Colleen, for this opportunity.

The Spring Music

Mar25

The earth gently opens

to show frail patterns

of leaves, green and purple, basking in their poise

before pulling back to

guard their sibling blooms.

Quails chatter in a calm

extinct birds’ language,

showing off their tanned wings to partners, hushing

at the delicious spray

of dew on their beaks.

Huge mountains and plains still

while oceans whisper,

as skies pour down, drenching tiny and huge lives

soaking the brownish sand

in colors of joy

The poem above has been written for Carrot Ranch Double Ennead Monthly Poetry Challenge. Thank you, Colleen, for the opportunity.

Restless Flight

Dec28

Restless butterfly
indefinite search
for destination unknown

Following the West Wind

Dec4

The west wind howls in the woods, uprooting plants, tossing their nuts, and bending powerful trees. The branches nod to the teasing wind as nesting songbirds hold tight until the wind sails away.

The west wind now pauses by the pink splendor of the woods. Mesmerized, it calms into a breeze and crawls over each stem.

As the pink flowers dance in delight, the breeze finds its way to a corner, resting on an undiscovered flower. The breeze melts into the flower, enchanted by its texture and fragrance.