IN DREAMS
In dreams
where winter rain
that fell from darkened skies
stirred up the mud upon the path
now baked by sun's heat till porcelain dry
as summer breezes softly blow
through whispering willows
wavering leaves
in dreams.
- Author: Michael Edwards ( Offline)
- Published: September 25th, 2017 00:06
- Comment from author about the poem: Rictameter is a scheme similar to Cinquain. Starting the first line with a two syllable word, it then increases in the number of syllables per line by two. i.e. 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 Then down again, 8, 6, 4, 2 Making the final line the same two syllables in the first line.
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- Users favorite of this poem: Christina8, malubotelho
Comments9
'Mathematics as poetry' ... interesting construction, Michael! Your knowledge of poetry continues to amaze.
Always looking for new forms - thanks Louis. The picture, by the way, is drawn in ink on gold leaf.
Clever write Michael with very good words.
Thanks Andy
A fine write M. Was you 6 minutes making that coffee?!
No but I was slowed down having spilt milk all over the work surfaces and having missed the time slot I took my time - sorry O
Ohh, I was chucking water about in church yesterday. I knocked over someone's water. No whisky in it though!
Was it holy water Orchi?
A t the time, no! lol.
Thanks MICHAEL ~ Lovely RICTAMETRIC tribute to AUTUMN ~ my fave Season. Like other forms we have introduced and discussed it can produce an elegant shape, As a CLASSICAL POET (and LOVER !) I consider Shape & Size to be just as important as STRUCTURE & SUBJECT ! Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN
Thanks Brian
- Love this form although like most of them it's not as easy as it looks.
I loved your poem-so lovely- and that you have introduced us to the rictameter! I may have to try my hand at it! Faved!
Thanks Christina - look forward to seeing something in the gallery. And a further thank you for saving it.
Another intriguing poem Michael, again a structure I never heard of , well done
Another beautiful so poetic piece. Love the form of this. Thanks Michael.
Great poem and even greater (if I may say so) drawing, Michael.
And btw, how do you keep that oh so thin gold leaf from crumbling up when drawing on it?
Cheers Fred - the gold leaf was first stuck to the paper so crumbling wasn't the problem - the difficult bit was applying the ink as it tends to sit like tear drops rather than stay in place - not easy and I've not attempted it since.
Maybe if you mix the ink with glue, or flour, or sugar, it might stick more easily! 🙂
Bootiful sir! I only wish my dreams were so placid.
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