A Lira is a five-line Spanish form with 7, 11, 7, 7, 11 syllables and a rhyme scheme of a b a b b, thus:
7 a
11 b
7 a
7 b
11 b
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Wolf Prints
Dark eyes reveal great valiance,
in padded silence you tread the path of pride;
inner strength perceived in stance.
Insight you freely confide
and forever will you be my spirit guide.
Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright Dec2005
Full Version: Lira
Hello Cathy,
Thank you for posting this... THis is my Lira..
The Coming Dawn
When night-dreams become day's norm
and living nolonger gleams with passion's light.
Our spirit's merge and by morn
we're illuminated; night
will purge the coming dawn...dying souls take flight.
Thank you for posting this... THis is my Lira..
The Coming Dawn
When night-dreams become day's norm
and living nolonger gleams with passion's light.
Our spirit's merge and by morn
we're illuminated; night
will purge the coming dawn...dying souls take flight.
Entering The World ...
Her auburn hair is wispy,
it flails within the autumn winds, lucent eyes
behold untold mysteries
of universal laws-guised
behind her nascency, innocence resides...
Her auburn hair is wispy,
it flails within the autumn winds, lucent eyes
behold untold mysteries
of universal laws-guised
behind her nascency, innocence resides...
QUOTE (Cathy @ Dec. 06 2005, 16:17)
Wolf Prints
Dark eyes reveal great valiance,
in padded silence you tread the path of pride;
inner strength perceived in stance.
Insight you freely confide
and forever will you be my spirit guide.
Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright Dec2005
Dark eyes reveal great valiance,
in padded silence you tread the path of pride;
inner strength perceived in stance.
Insight you freely confide
and forever will you be my spirit guide.
Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright Dec2005
Hi Cathy.
again for posting this form here in Karnak! :cheer: I find the shorter forms more poignant in some ways as it forces us to carefully choose just the right words to get our messages across. Not an easy task sometimes!
I am in love with these two lines - they could be a poem in and of themselves:
in padded silence you tread the path of pride;
and forever will you be my spirit guide.
Lovely!
~Cleo :lovie:
QUOTE (AMETHYST @ Dec. 13 2005, 22:10)
Entering The World ...
Her auburn hair is wispy,
it flails within the autumn winds, lucent eyes
behold untold mysteries
of universal laws-guised
behind her nascency, innocence resides...
Her auburn hair is wispy,
it flails within the autumn winds, lucent eyes
behold untold mysteries
of universal laws-guised
behind her nascency, innocence resides...
Liz, :sun:
How lovely! :cloud9:
These words really stand out:
lucent eyes behold untold mysteries
innocence resides...
Excellent!
~Cleo
QUOTE (AMETHYST @ Dec. 12 2005, 22:19)
Hello Cathy,
Thank you for posting this... THis is my Lira..
The Coming Dawn
When night-dreams become day's norm
and living nolonger gleams with passion's light.
Our spirit's merge and by morn
we're illuminated; night
will purge the coming dawn...dying souls take flight.
Thank you for posting this... THis is my Lira..
The Coming Dawn
When night-dreams become day's norm
and living nolonger gleams with passion's light.
Our spirit's merge and by morn
we're illuminated; night
will purge the coming dawn...dying souls take flight.
My my - how beautiful! :lovie: :cloud9:
Every single word is precious Liz.
Well done!
I've been illuminated this morn! :ornament: :present: :stocking: :menorah:
~Cleo :pharoah2
a leery lira
we're fostering a spirit
of creative come-backs while shadow sparring
a phantom… as we near it –
perfection without marring
this form eluding us… averse to scarring
© MLee Dickens'son 02 Dec 2005
we're fostering a spirit
of creative come-backs while shadow sparring
a phantom… as we near it –
perfection without marring
this form eluding us… averse to scarring
© MLee Dickens'son 02 Dec 2005
What Kindles A Soul
(Series of Lira's to capture Family Foundations)
Awakened by the lone chime
of a distant whistle from a railroad train,
that sings in the morning time.
The dawn's dancing swirls remain
like the assurrance of Aunt Kate's window pane.
Sun-streaked asphalt burns, torrid,
evanescing; light-gray mist dissipating.
We quickly scattered, and hid
away, anticipating
a hide and seek "hopeful first kiss," while waiting.
The nurse snuck passed the hall light
down the corridor, along the wall, inside
the maternity ward-night
lit shadows that slip and slide.
I saw my daughters smile and heard her first sigh.
As rough raging crests begin
and sea-storms surge, like waves against a mountain side,
old mem'ries emerge within
and anchor me. Each provide
those fam'ly ties that strive above ocean's tide.
(Series of Lira's to capture Family Foundations)
Awakened by the lone chime
of a distant whistle from a railroad train,
that sings in the morning time.
The dawn's dancing swirls remain
like the assurrance of Aunt Kate's window pane.
Sun-streaked asphalt burns, torrid,
evanescing; light-gray mist dissipating.
We quickly scattered, and hid
away, anticipating
a hide and seek "hopeful first kiss," while waiting.
The nurse snuck passed the hall light
down the corridor, along the wall, inside
the maternity ward-night
lit shadows that slip and slide.
I saw my daughters smile and heard her first sigh.
As rough raging crests begin
and sea-storms surge, like waves against a mountain side,
old mem'ries emerge within
and anchor me. Each provide
those fam'ly ties that strive above ocean's tide.
So lovely Daniel and Liz! 
You've talked me into trying this form!
Mine is more choppy though...
Stockpile
She peeks through the hole, her home;
in wonderment of the glistening frost bed.
Nut stockpile too low, must roam
out into the cold, she’ll head
in search of a meal for her brood to be fed.
You've talked me into trying this form!
Mine is more choppy though...
Stockpile
She peeks through the hole, her home;
in wonderment of the glistening frost bed.
Nut stockpile too low, must roam
out into the cold, she’ll head
in search of a meal for her brood to be fed.
Hi Lori,
This is a lovely Lira. The scene is crisp and vividly drawn. The ending
brings her plight together. This is a keeper. Every syllable is used to its fullest, to bring the reader a full and enjoyable poem.
Hugs, Liz ...
This is a lovely Lira. The scene is crisp and vividly drawn. The ending
brings her plight together. This is a keeper. Every syllable is used to its fullest, to bring the reader a full and enjoyable poem.
Hugs, Liz ...
QUOTE
Stockpile
She peeks through the hole, her home;
in wonderment of the glistening frost bed.
Nut stockpile too low, must roam
out into the cold, she’ll head
in search of a meal for her brood to be fed.
She peeks through the hole, her home;
in wonderment of the glistening frost bed.
Nut stockpile too low, must roam
out into the cold, she’ll head
in search of a meal for her brood to be fed.
Family ...
Determination employed,
his bounteous passion for living had fed
every moment I enjoyed.
He taught me to race a head,
and reach for stars...I followed, my brother led.
Determination employed,
his bounteous passion for living had fed
every moment I enjoyed.
He taught me to race a head,
and reach for stars...I followed, my brother led.
Composing Myself
I process raw emotions
through a database of stuffed-tight program files,
anew accessing notions
buried somewhere in there… hard-driving for miles…
yards… feet, down mystery aisles.
© MLee Dickens'son
I process raw emotions
through a database of stuffed-tight program files,
anew accessing notions
buried somewhere in there… hard-driving for miles…
yards… feet, down mystery aisles.
© MLee Dickens'son
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