Daily Haibun, August 26th – Text analysis

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I’ve spent most of my time today with text analysis in preparation for the first of two different study group meetings tomorrow. And I feel a bit strange picking another’s text to pieces, finding good parts but also parts to criticize. I’ve done it with classics before. But never with a text the author will sit right there hearing my thoughts.

I feel like a villain. And I want to run and hide. Tomorrow will be… interesting. Nervous and tender. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. And I wonder how it will feel getting my own text analysed.

My text are from me

But once handed over

No a part of me

© RedCat

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Daily Haibun, August 23rd, Hope

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Tonight my heart is filled with hope and excitement. Kind encouraging words have made me doubt my ability a little less. And I feel excited over what kind of adventures the writing assignments will lead me into.

As hope makes firm roots

The tired soul finds new life blood

New paths to explore

©RedCat

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Image credits:

First image: Photo by Christian Joudrey on Unsplash
Second image: Photo by Valentin Salja on Unsplash
Third image: Photo by Miha Rekar on Unsplash

Daily Haibun, August 19th – Poetry reading night

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Once a month I participate in online poetry readings. Which has made me even more aware of how a poem sound. How inflection matters. How my heart pounds when getting onto stage so to speak.

I relish the opportunity to hear and see others in the community. Writing might be a lonely art form. But once something is written it can be joyously shared with others.

Creativity

Shared with like-minded people

Let’s energy grow

© RedCat

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Rain Sings Lullaby – An Alouette Poem

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Where did heart’s hope go?
Rain sings lullaby
Drowning with nature’s sorrow
Is the future lost?
Like lovers star-crossed
No faraway tomorrow

Hope’s an empty cage
Heaven thunder rage
Cascading tears from the sky
Earth still has power
Closing in each hour
Rain sings mourning lullaby

©RedCat

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Written to the image at Sunday Muse. And heavily affected by feelings related to the latest IPCC report. 

This is a new form for me, the Alouette. I recently read this delightful poem at Tao Talk, which in turn was inspired by a poem by Shay. I frankly love how the writing community inspires and teaches by passing the lore of poetry from one person to the other. 

The Alouette has a meter of 5,5,7,5,5,7. And a rhyme scheme of a,a,b,c,c,b.

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Also shared with earthweal open link weekend.

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Image credits:

First image: Prompt photo from The Sunday Muse.

Second image: Photo by michael podger on Unsplash

Third image: Photo by Ruslan Zh on Unsplash

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Daily Haibun, August 8th – Pen & Paper

Once I feared the blank paper. Now I revere it. Because I’ve found the courage to dare to try. Learnt how to release my creativity.

Started to realise it’s all about writing, editing and rewriting. Few first draft is as good as the text can be.

Today I bought a couple of new notebooks and pens. Love the feel of flicking through still empty pages. Wondering what kind of stories and poems they’ll be filled with.

Shed old fears and doubts

Prepare mind space for new growth

A new life season

© RedCat

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Lord Of Hope, Lady Of Love – A Chant

Photo by Jason Leung on Unsplash

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Lord of hope
Help us cope
Love our light and darkness both

Lady of love
As stars above
Let us spread our love

From south to north
Bring spirits forth
Bless the fire in our hearths

From east to west
Bring us rest
Protect us in our life quest

Bring sun and rain
Heal our pain
Wash away fear’s chains

Let wild winds blow
Let the lonely know
There’s always love within your glow

Lord of hope
Help us cope
Love our light and darkness both

Lady of love
As stars above
Let us spread our love

©RedCat

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Written for Meet the bar with Chant poetry at dVerse. Those of you who read me before know I love rhythm and repetition. And often write Pantoums and Triolets for example. 

I played around with several triplets before deciding on putting some of them together. I wanted this to be more rhythmically complex than previous chants I’ve written.
“Come Poets Hope” for example has the same rhythm throughout.

I imagine this being chanted by a whole coven. Either as a duet or trio. Perhaps even as a canon. Each stanza in itself works as a chant.

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Multicoloured Gem

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Multicoloured many faceted gem
From which arcane teachings stem

Lens through which I learned to cross boundaries
To search deeper than the eye sees
Listen to how the heart breathes
Seek and look beyond approved windows
Search out that which sets the soul free

Shifting hypnotic kaleidoscope
The portal that leads to multicoloured hope
To words that helps me cope
Spelling the message that even for the queer there’s hope

Swirling mystic door
That illuminates the hidden inner core
Paints landscapes never seen before
Leads to uncharted shores
To soul realms yet unexplored

Glyph showing knowledge rest not only in the words that get heard
True wisdom is found in the silence spaces between words

©RedCat

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Also shared to Open Link Night – How’s your remodeling going? at dVerse.

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Morpheus Speaks – Flash Fiction

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Welcome to the labyrinth of dreams. Here the hallways twist and turn, intersections changing place at the speed of thoughts. Doors switch location in the blink of an eye.

You’ll travel here every night of your life. So there’s plenty of time to get to know the place.

Beware of old nightmares skulking in the shadows. They’ll stalk hesitant dreamers, hunt them with figments of their darkest fantasies. Watch out for time vortexes that’ll trap you in flashback loops as the real world moves on.

The intrepid explorer will in time form a thought-feel map of the place. Able to move between emotional spaces. Learn what a dream teaches, then move on to the next. The unaware wanderer is prey to the tug of war between nightmares and sweet dreams.

Remember! Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.

© RedCat

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Tonight it’s time for a monthly favorite at dVerse – Prosery. Where we write prose, not poetry, incorporating a given line from another work and not exceeding 144 words. 

Tonight’s line is “Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.” from Joy Harjo’s “A Map to the Next World.” I strongly recommend reading the poem, it blew me away!

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