Saturday, October 13, 2018

A Poem for Another "Fussy Little Form", the Tritina

Drifting where we mustn't go

Spining trees drifting mist wind gently blows 
Harder by midday trees lost in the mist 
Yet they hold their fruit squint against the wind 

We huddle cuddle against still cruel wind
Passion knows no end leaves around us blow
Blowing leaves midst of fruit juices we kissed 

Missed the mark ever turns to rain not mist  
Drifting where we mustn't go trees in wind
We pick our fruit before wind harder blows 

Where blows love's light mist to rain, a hard wind

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2010, 2016 and 2018, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at 
 - Marian presented the 'Tritina' poem to us. It is a three verse, three line each structure and ends with another line.  The first verse endings are 1,2,3 withe the following verses ending per the second and third lines of the chart below. The final line must contain the words,  1, 2, and 3 in that order. I cheated once, at least, and used one rhyming end word instead of repeating the correct word again.
- The birds are a part I cropped today from a Harbor Picture I took at the Harbor at La Serenta, Chile in 2016 while the tree photo was taken by me near Quebec City, Canada, in 2010.  I posted it that year, 2010 in a poem, "Joie de vivre [Joy of living] ", link.

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Tuesday, October 09, 2018

A Bad Day's Morning Poem

I give up

It didn't happen today
Nothing at all went my way
My alarm didn't go off
Couldn't be rid of my cough
Breakfast eggs were way to hard
For me things weren't in the  cards

Optimistic back to bed
Right side out, fell on my head
Stiff neck, sprained wrist, bloody nose
Dog wanted out he'd arose
To bear all shower was cold
Called work, stay home I was told

I went back to bed again
Sleep till tomorrow begins
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at