Poetry Challenge: Lune

 

This blog post is in response to a poetry challenge from Grace (aka Heaven) at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. The following is quoted from their site:

 

The Sunday Mini-Challenge : Lune

 

On April 25, 2013, we will see a full moon. So, I think it is timely that the poetry form we tackle today is called Lune, which is French for “moon”.

 

Robert Kelly Lune:

 

Robert Kelly, an American poet, invented the Lune poetry form. He felt that adhering to the strict form of Japanese haiku (5-7-5 syllables) in English creates a different poem than the Japanese intention. He invented the Lune to remove these differences, and the only requirement is the 5-3-5 syllables. There are no other rules i.e. no need for a cutting word or punctuation. Rhymes are fine; subject matter is wide open.

 

In his book, Lunes, Robert Kelly has a short foreword:

 

Lunes are small poems that spend half their lives in darkness & half in light. Each lune has thirteen syllables one for each month of the moon’s year.

 

a minute ago

that tree was

still full of blackbirds

 

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In writing the lune poem, be guided that the intention is to make the minimal reverberate to the maximum. Each lune is a separate poem.

 

 

This is the end of the quotation and the explanation from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

Remember each lune is a separate poem.  Here are eight of mine:

 

Writing Poems

Words mutter themselves

into poems

saying less and more

 

Loving You

Kisses light the day

fanning flames

for tonight’s bonfire

 

Dream Time

I pull the blankets up

to my chin

as the night dreams me

 

Dawn

Spooning we awake

robin song

throbbing in our veins

 

Greeting the Day

Dream-edge of waking

murmurs grace

morning sings praises

 

Morning Blues

Coffee in my cup

squills in bloom

morning sings the blues

 

Coffee

The smell of coffee

a perfume

my home wears all day

 

Evening Song

An hour ago

my glass held

wine and dusk and you

 

The photo and words for the eight lune poems are copyright ©Carol Steel.  If you would like to see what others have written, click here.  Words shown in colour on this post will take you to another site with additional information, if you click on them.

 

 

 

Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis

Mists at dawn

and chills of evening

carry scents of hydrangea,

the last of my roses.

Winds rattle dry leaves.

Blue Jays call

my changes.

Mama Zen at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads found at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.ca  challenged poets to create a poem using their own power image in 25 words or fewer.  A power image is one which turns up frequently in your work, one you return to often.  Mine is metamorphosis, often linked to changes in the natural world.  And often in my work, changes inside mirror changes outside and visa versa.

Text in red will take you to another site with additional information, if you click on it.  Words and images are copyright © Carol Steel.  To read what other poets wrote and linked to on this challenge, click here.