One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

The Tuesday Platform

Greetings to all poets, wayfarers and friends. We are midway through January and the weather here in Malaysia has taken quite an interesting turn. Due to the constant rain in surrounding areas the temperature has managed to drop to 18 degrees celsius (approximately 66 degrees Fahrenheit) and I couldn't be happier! It's a welcome change from the usual weather which is both dry and humid.

I came across this wonderful reading of "The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock,"read by Anthony Hopkins and couldn't resist sharing it with you guys. There is a dare running through this poem; and the power of his tone and rhythm is as though a beating drum that sounds both haunting and melodious in my head.

If you have any thoughts to share, ideas you wish to release into the wild or a world view to express, then you have come to the right place. Please share a poem of your choice and enjoy the company of your fellow scribes. We look forward to reading you and hope you have a wonderful day ahead.


Saturday, January 13, 2018

Fussy Little Forms: Chained Rhyme

Hello, dear Friends and happy weekend to you! It is time for a form challenge. Today we will revisit a form introduced in the Garden by Joy a few years ago and enjoyed by many: CHAINED RHYME.

I don’t really think this form counts as fussy or little. But let’s do it anyway. The basic premise is that the last syllable or word of each line is followed by a rhyme on the first word or syllable of the next line. LIKE A CHAIN, get it? Hah. 

It’s not really fussy or little because the poem can be anything you want--long lines or short, many lines or just a few, strict meter or no meter, whatever you like. Just those rhymes and the end and start of your lines.

Joy’s earlier prompt is so amazing that I am being lazy (and not redundant!) by linking to her description here, check it out:

    Chained Rhyme, Part One by Joy/Hedgewitch 

I’ve written a few chained rhyme poems and really like this exercise.  Here is one example:

When the season turns Blue,
bruised by silence buried in snow,
no end in sight,
light a distant
remnant of Noontimes forgot,
fought over, then ignored,
stored for another dark week on Earth,
it’s worth recalling how it feels,
heels entrenched,
benched like an understudy waits,
ingratiates the Moon to draw its curtains back,
black like night,
flight impossible, no one watching under
cover of the greyest shroud--Clouds.
Have fun! And if this doesn’t pique your creativity, perhaps this fantastic video by 
Katy Perry will inspire. We are all chained to the rhythm!