Poetic Conversations

[Ra3vyn]

Treegod I think you've done just fine,
sometimes not easy composing rhyme.
Awen helps a very great deal
To put into prose just how you feel.
Please feel free to share your words
And release them to fly as free as birds

[Nikki 2]

To Wyeuro and to Treegod too,
Thank you for your point of view.
Cornish climes are less severe
Regardless of the time of year.
Its rugged coast and raging seas
Never fails to appease
Those times of inner trials and woe.
I guess that's why I love it so!

[treegod]

Thank you Ra3vyn and Nikki 2 too.
Good to be welcomed when new.
I'd best avoid talking of climate
For where I live has a hot fate.
España it is where I do dwell,
And I have learnt not to tell
When English family know grot and grey
And here the sun shows at least one ray.
But today it is bleedin' hot
And outside to go I'd rather not.
And it encourages the fleas to breed
And to a plague of them it could lead.

[Jingle]

Ra3vyn, treegod, Nikki 2
And wyeuro back again, it's true?
It's summer here, and very hot
But down in Oz, it's really not

From Spain to Cornwall to Penn's wood,
And way down south the weather's good
and hot and cold the other way
That each now wishes would go away.

At this time of sun's extreme
The solstice shines into our dream
And always change we do foresee
And this is why I am now free!

And as for rules? Must we rhyme?
No! Never push past the muse's time
Awen inspires not just fixed verse
But poetic dicourse long or terse.

[treegod]

My usual style is poetic prose,
And here's a line with a hose.
It sounds poetic but no meter or rhyme.
Something I've learnt over time.
But I think to rhyme is a good challenge.
And this line looks good to mention Stone Henge.
So I'll follow a rule to rhyme here only,
Something, something, something lonely

[wyeuro]

howdy jingle so it seems
we poets capture fleeting dreams
in tidy little rhymes, tight-metered
a, a, b, b, oft repeated,

or equally well in vers libre
slipping (lightly) meaning
into free-flowing
mind-freeing
sensitive
phrases of poetic potency
quite independent
of rhyme

yet sometimes
it just rhymes

[Nikki 2]

Wyeuro, if you can spare the time -
How DO you write without a rhyme?
I've tried and tried but just don't see;
The rules are just beyond me!
Nikki

[Jingle]

Nikki 2 - If I may -

Liberating freedom
Of choice-picked words
Prosody becomes poetry
when crafted with care
Metered or not
No form
Just void
Like the primordial ooze
From whence life emerged
A billion eons ago.

[treegod]

If a little,
I won't rhyme here
Just as an example.
For me it is much simpler,
Without constraints.
If I need a word,
In rhyme or not,
Then I need not needlessly rack my brains
And take my poetry
Through a course
Not suited to the essential expression
Of which I need,
Through words that hold
Little meaning for me.

[Nikki 2]

Thank you Treegod and Jingle. Is this right?

Poetry without meter -
Liberating, mind freeing,
Devoid of the shackles of rhyme.
To bare one's soul
One to another
Unguarded expression - naked, exposed.
To peer through a window, albeit darkly
Into the depths of our psyche

[Jingle]

Ah, Nikki dear
It is quite clear
Free verse is quite your thing

Anticipating
(don't keep us waiting)
More verses on the wing

And single poems
About the oghams (OK, so it's not great, but it rhymes)
Posted in the Poetry forum

I wouldn't find it odd
If in the Eisteddfod
You're lauded with much decorum

[treegod]

Nikki 2 it is
Utterly sublime this is,
Your rhymeless poem (haiku )

It takes my breath away
And I feel I stare
Into infinity...

[Nikki 2]

Jingle, Treegod, you're so kind
Your words, like balm, to sooth my mind
Anxiety was high, 'tis true
Waiting for replies from you

No rhyme to hold up like a shield
An open book just there revealed.
A scary thing this new endeavour
I've never shown my work - Not ever!

[wyeuro]

by the powers, tis as i feared:
relentless rhyme has reappeared,
pedantic rhymes are back and with 'em,
shackled to 'em, measured rhythm.
oh, is awen responsible?
or is the verse-form sensible
and lurking in our depths like spies
to seize our thoughts as they arise,
strait-jacket them in rigid verse
reducing all to pithy, terse
and rarely beautiful quatrains
till grammar twists and meaning strains
in dumb futility.
by crom, i'm glad that it's the poem
that writhes - not you or me!

[treegod]

Wyweuro I think you're now far too harsh.
Surely rhyme deserves better?
It might be sticky like a marsh,
But it can help inspire the letter

[wyeuro]

that's true
it do.

[cat]

grammers great
grammers weird
why not grammers words sheard
into to forms unheard
free to take flight
like bird

to pin down words
upon a page
can twist there meanings
like turning snake
for upon a page no body seen
the face the eyes
expressions glean

[Nikki 2]

Howdy Cat, what a surprise
To find you posting here
Twas with regret I closed this page
And shed a silent tear

Falling Leaves, back in 04
Began this thread it seems,
And Bards responded; corresponded
By writing reams and reams!

Grammar aint my strongest point
Nor twisting words my bent
But conversing in poetic verse
For me feels heaven sent.

[cat]

hi niki 2
how are you
I hope cornish seas arn't seathing
I'm new here yes
I tryed my best
to write with some meaning
though words you see
are hard for me
there apperence some what fleeting
they wriggle worm and jump about
the paper they start eating
the keyboard here can get quite stuck
from all of the deleting

now english is a strange old bird
one langage i wish she was
but as the many fights and wars
has got her right mixed up

is she french is welsch has she lurcked round beljuim
one thing i know for sure
these word it's hard to weld em

[serenarian]

It has been a while since last I wrote
But here I present a rhyming note
To welcome our newbies to this thread
Although I see welcome's already been said

For those questioning the function of rhyme
It has been used for a very long time
I do write in free verse when mystery's sought
But I find that rhyming focuses thought

With uni work done and my heart now a'flutter
I return to this thread like bread calls to butter
I hope I am welcomed back, for I have missed ye
And the creative chat written in poetry