Poetry topic idea: Synchronization

Today’s poetry topic idea is synchronization.  When things are synchronized, they match in some way.  An example might be clocks that are synchronized – they all show the same time when they are compared to each other, and they all move at the same rate.

Synchronization can be used in poetry in a number of ways.  For example, a poet could write about the process of synchronizing many things, such as many clocks.  A poet could also write about synchronization in something less mechanical, for example, like in dancing.

A poet could also write about things being out of synchronization.  An example could be a marching band, where some of the marchers are out of step.  A poem could examine the implications of being out of synchronization in this example, as well as in others.

A poet could also write about synchronization, as a form of conformity.  They could examine this as either a negative thing or a positive thing.

An additional way that a poet could write about synchronization, would be to have the poetry form they use reflect it.  For example, a poet could have a poetry form with three columns, with each column having one stanza in each row.  As the rows progressed, the stanzas could take on different forms, but in a way that they matched, within the rows.

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Poem Series: Experimental Poetry Forms: Hopping frog: Seven apples

Seven kinds of apples,
four in a row, three in a row,
and in different colors

Three are mainly red hued,
two are mainly green in color,
and two are mixed in tone

The apples were set up,
because of an artistic thought,
to paint a nice picture

 

A photo was taken,
because the apples might go bad,
before the art was done

 

Hopefully when painted,
the art will be alright to see,
and it will be liked by some

The painting may start soon,
with acrylic paint on canvas,
and apples will be art

 
(40/40) Experimental Poetry Form: Hopping frog

 

Today’s poem is the last poem in this poem series.  The series has had forty poems, each one, using an experimental poetry form that has been on this blog.

Starting tomorrow, the more usual posts containing poems, experimental poetry forms, photographs to inspire poetry, artwork to inspire poetry, poetry topic ideas, poems with explanations and bilingual poems, will return, at least for a time.

Hopefully, this poem series has been enjoyed, and hopefully also, readers were encouraged to experiment with the forms.

P.S. Today on MSakran.com, there is a new set of photography, artwork, poetry and fiction.

Poem Series: Experimental Poetry Forms: Eight: The dog outside

A plate of food with knife and fork,
  the dog outside does make a sound,
a feeling of some right and wrong,
and though inertia adds a weight,
the thought of justice fills the mind,
and so the chair is pushed on out,
and steps go to the nearby door,
and food goes in the bowl with sound.

The work is done, a glass is filled,
  the dog outside pants in the heat,
though rationality does speak,
and though it sounds most clearly sure,
a sense the words it says are false,
does cause the legs to move away,
the handle then is slowly turned,
and water flows for the poor hound.

The lightning strikes and thunder cracks,
  the dog outside whimpers in fear,
the logic says that all is fine,
that what is feared is far away,
that there outside all is alright,
but then the thought of being there,
does cause the hand to turn the knob,
and have the dog feel like it’s found.

An ache is felt within the back,
  the dog outside takes time to stand,
and though it seems to be excess,
as the small pills fall in the hand,
those words come back and fill the ears,
and as the pain does the twinge again,
a note is made on the short list,
and the next day new pills abound.

Alone without a voice nearby,
  the dog outside is still and stares,
and though the sense is felt inside,
it takes some time to realize,
that there outside it is felt too,
and so a thought does then occur,
and the small ball is carried out,
and the dog jumps with a large bound.

The dog next door did run away,
  the dog outside sits by the fence,
and though a search is made for days,
the importance of it is low,
until the eyes of the dog stare,
and ask for help without loud words,
and then again the search goes on,
as cars do drive and search around.

The vet was called, the time was set,
  the dog outside did hesitate,
the words were said that this was good,
and words were said of benefit,
but in the car the dog did shake,
and as it went some tears did fall,
and then the sense of this from past,
had empathy grow in a mound.

The man outside did fall and cringe,
  the dog outside did understand,
and the dog barked at the near fence,
and the dog barked with a loud sound,
and men did come in uniforms,
to make the dog have silence then,
but they did see the man who fell,
and then the dog did bark unbound.

 

(38/40) Experimental Poetry Form: Eight

Poem Series: Experimental Poetry Forms: Acrostic matching and rhyming: Day after equinox

Dawn began with light so gold,
a morning of change was here,
yet though the day was not old,
a morning of change was here.

For though today we are so told,
“The days of past have lost their hold,”
expecting change that we can see,
 red and yellow colors so bold,
expecting change that we can see,
quietly we stand in air not cold,
understanding the words that we were sold,
in expectation of a different mold,
outside we stand as sounds are polled,
xylophone notes familiarly rolled.

 

(37/40) Experimental Poetry Form: Acrostic matching and rhyming

Poem Series: Experimental Poetry Forms: Alternating first and last rhymes: Sunlight

Light shines out from far away,
today it shines before the night.
Bright and clear it seems to stay,
day goes on as seen by sight,
right until the ending ray.
Weigh the rays that come from height,
write the value and then so say,
“Pay attention to the rays’ flight.”
 

(36/40) Experimental Poetry Form: Alternating first and last rhymes

Poem Series: Experimental Poetry Forms: Two coins: Cooking chicken

The coals were lit and they did glow,
inside the grill where they did go.

Chili citrus chicken heating,
roasting slowly never cheating.

As heat from coals did rise and flow,
smoky currents quickly fleeting,

lingered slightly absent greeting,
while coals did cook the bird so slow.

(35/40) Experimental Poetry Form: Two coins

Poem Series: Experimental Poetry Forms: Paragraph of poems: Garden reclamation

When spring did start, the land was dug and seeds were sown.  The sun did rise on a day but its light was covered up by dark gray clouds.  And then the rain did fall, and ceaselessly it poured for days and nights throughout the spring.  And in the land, all grew lushly except for the seeds that were sown that spring.  Then the time flowed on, and the rain moved on, as heat then arrived.  Although there was a strong intent for a reclamation, the heat said no.  The heat stayed, the time flowed, and intent could do nothing.  But then respite, landed softly on the ground like a feather.  It stayed for two days with shade from heat and coolness.  A time, when as clouds floated by above, a small reclamation could start.

(33/40) Experimental Poetry Form: Paragraph of poems

A milestone: 350th post

This is the 350th post on M. Sakran’s blog of and about poetry and poetry related things.  The first post was on April 24th, 2014.  Appreciation is offered to all who have interacted with the blog.

There have been a lot of things on the blog up to this point.  For example, there have been forty experimental poetry forms presented.  A series of poems written in those forms is currently on going, and will continue with tomorrow’s post.

Other things that have been on the blog include things like forty one photographs to inspire poetry, forty artworks to inspire poetry and forty one poetry topic ideas.  There have also been other things on the blog.  A complete list of posts can be seen on the posts list page.

If anyone has any thoughts about the blog, feel free to express them, using the form below:

In commemoration of this 350th post, here is a three hundred and fifty word haibun (both the paragraph and the haiku together add up to three hundred and fifty words).  Please enjoy.

In the spring, more than sixteen cycles of the moon ago, there, in the sand of the beach, something was written.  As the sun rose, and beat a drum with rhythm, more lines were drawn in the sand.  Around them, within them, and beside them, objects were gathered.  Shells, sand dollars, driftwood, sea weed, in little patterns and arrangements.  Birds flew by, crabs crawled on the shore, and fish looked out of the water to see the lines and to see the objects.  In a hut, made from bamboo, on certain days, when the sun beat its drum, someone came out, and to the collection, of lines in the sand, and shells, sand dollars, driftwood and sea weed, tried to add something to them.  On many drum beats, seeing what was there, and trying to add something mixing and unique.  Usually, more lines, more shells, more things from the sea.  Sometimes though, different things.  Still from around, still on the beach, still from the sea, but something new.  Maybe rocks.  Maybe forms built from the sand.  Matching but new.  Still on the beach, and in some way, there before, but also, not there before.  And then, when finished, for the drum beat, but before the next noted one, this someone would stand and think, at least on most beats.  From back on a tall hill, looking out over the beach, seeing the lines and shells, sand dollars and driftwood, sea weed and rocks, and the forms in sand, and seeing a totality, with some notice of the individual things, and thinking of something else to place on the shore.  Something that the birds and crabs and fish would want to see.  Something that might be light, or something that might be heavy.  And thinking of these things, with other considerations, and putting them in a place, and then standing back, out on the hill, and seeing what was there.  Then going back inside the bamboo hut and waiting for the birds, crabs and fish to see.

Waves flow on the shore,
and on one morning someday,
making the beach clear