I thought of giving Tetracyts a go after being inspired by a poem from one of my favourite blogger.
Tetractys is a poetic form invented by Ray Stebbing, consists of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20). Tetractys can be written with more than one verse, but must follow suit with an inverted syllable count. Tetractys can also be reversed and written 10, 4, 3, 2, 1.
I encourage you to read Sam’s poem, it’s a good one. Check out her poem
Oh so bright
Like the sunshine
I can make it through the day with that smile
I built my castle on a land not too far away but hidden from the world
I’m no princess or queen, I’m no royalty
Just a bibliophile on an epic journey.
And if you must seek me
The clue is in the library
Between the pages of the books is where I will be
I love reading books. I have a number that I haven’t read yet. I’ve taken the opportunity of this lockdown to start reading some. The goal I set for myself is to read at least one book every week. So far, so good. How about you guys?
I have this favourite bookmark I’ve had for fifteen years now
Given to me by a really good friend
A plastic cover to try and preserve it somehow
So it won’t be ruined, wouldn’t easily bend
Always found between the pages of the book I’m currently reading
The bookmark is the book’s company
I sip my coffee, from time to time stopping
Knowing I could find my way back without agony
It’s a mark that doesn’t really leave a mark
The simple yet useful, bookmark
She wasn’t meant to fall in love
As she was known to be evil
She was meant to fly the skies above
And be chased with pitchforks, which was so medieval
She wasn’t destined to live happily ever after
She was destined to be defeated She doesn’t deserve any laughter And was always thought of as conceited She wasn’t meant to look pretty And people feared her No one ever took pity She was living in a blur They all believed what they believed And thought they were right Not one thought they’ve been deceived Because she was the witch, to be slain by a knight ©Maria Michaela
Gently falling on the window pane
It came, the morning rain.
As fast as it came
It went away the same
Simply stopping by
And just as easily, said goodbye.
Where have they gone?
What have we done?
It’s been years since I’ve seen one
Dragons that roamed so freely before
The meadows and fields they used to explore
They’re now nearly gone, extinct, no more
Fireflies that lit up the night
So many they were, they shined bright
Nowadays, not one is insight
Fireflies and dragonflies seem like myths now
But I do hope they re-emerge, somehow
To see again the dragon’s wings and the fireflies’ light
That would be such a delight
No crickets serenading
No dogs howling
Even the clouds seem to be still.
The moon left the sky, leaving it bare
The stars don’t sparkle as much
They’re not dancing tonight.
No cats meowing
No frogs croaking
The night is still.
Never has the summer been
As hot as it is now,
If you go out it’ll hurt your skin
It might even scorch your brow.
Heat index at 50 degrees
That’s Celsius and not Fahrenheit,
But still wouldn’t you agree
That, that is hot alright!
Can’t get to the beach to cool off
Or to the mall for some cold air,
If only we could get out, just blastoff
And feel the wind in our hair.
I fix instead some cold drink
One glass, then two, then three
This will do for now, I think
Until again the heat makes me thirsty.
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Sitting on the side of the boat
The sun, hot and cruel
I dip my feet on the water
Where it feels cool
My sunglasses on,
I looked up at the sky
Not a cloud in sight
I let out a little sigh
Not because I don’t like the view
But because none of it is true
I wish I was out there enjoying the sea
Swimming or floating along
But right now it’s important to stay at home
This is where I currently belong
Summer is here, yet inside I stay
Dreaming of the waves, the sand, and the salty air
Looking forward to the day when this is all over
Oh yes! To dream, I dare.
A friend of mine posted a photo of the super pink moon and captioned it, “I rise with the moon”. I thought that it would be a great title for a poem. So here goes…
The sun dips in the horizon while the moon is slowly rising
And with it my soul awakens.
The darkness stretches, as do I…
The world would have been blanketed by darkness except the moon was shining bright.
I shine my own smile back to the moon and together, hand in hand, we light up the night sky.