Poetry Friday - With the Poetry Pals

 It's Poetry Friday, and Tricia Stohr-Hunt is hosting HERE on her blog, The Miss Rumphius Effect. This time she and her other poetry sisters are writing pantoums. Here is her explanation:  "The pantoum is a Malaysian verse form comprised of a series of quatrains, with the second and fourth lines of each quatrain repeated as the first and third lines of the next. (I chose to rhyme though it is not required.) You can learn more about this form at The Philadelphia Writer's Workshop and Masterclass. And today, Tricia has written her pantoum to her sweet dog, a loving goodbye. Thanks for hosting, Tricia! 

Thanks for hosting, Tricia! 

            The Time is Here

 

Clocks have chimed; it’s really time

to wander into April’s spring,

to welcome every sprout from seed,

be glad for birds traveling in by wing.

 

To wander into April’s spring,

feeling sunny beams anew,

be glad for birds traveling in by wing

is always one thing I will do.

 

Feeling sunny beams anew,

walking down a path unknown

is always one thing I will do,

delighting in the things I’m shown.

 

Walking down a path unknown

when April asks what more can be,

delighting in the things I’m shown

                                    perchance becomes – a potpourri.

                                                                                                      Linda Baie ©

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Trying A Pantoum

       According to Poets.org, The pantoum originated in Malaysia in the fifteenth-century as a short folk poem, typically made up of two rhyming couplets that were recited or sung. However, as the pantoum spread, and Western writers altered and adapted the form, the importance of rhyming and brevity diminished. The modern pantoum is a poem of any length, composed of four-line stanzas in which the second and fourth lines of each stanza serve as the first and third lines of the next stanza. The last line of a pantoum is often the same as the first.  I did repeat the lines that needed repeating, but did change some words.

My Brain Is Fumbling

I race to the next activity

Whereupon I found I was lost

My life's plans often become

Ways that are turned and tossed.