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Dec 6 05, 16:17
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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
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Dec 12 05, 22:19
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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.
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Dec 13 05, 22:10
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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...
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Dec 14 05, 06:42
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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 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:
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Dec 14 05, 06:44
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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... Liz, :sun:
How lovely! :cloud9:
These words really stand out:
lucent eyes behold untold mysteries innocence resides...
Excellent! ~Cleo
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Dec 14 05, 06:45
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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. 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
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Dec 19 05, 12:40
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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
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Dec 24 05, 21:59
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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.
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Jan 1 06, 09:25
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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.
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Jan 2 06, 17:15
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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 ...
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.
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Jan 7 06, 02:44
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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.
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Dec 7 06, 08:47
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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
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Aug 24 15, 02:03
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A LIRA on a Sonnet
A sonnet yearns to affect loving reflection, focusing on one thing imaging heart to project reality, so to sing another refrain to which an ear may cling.
© MLee Dickens'son
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Aug 24 15, 21:15
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Differences Matter
Lyrical does not belie the name that is given this forgotten form nor its shape should one decry because it isn’t the norm for learning something new will not ever harm.
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Aug 25 15, 00:15
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A Present
Eyes twinkle with excitement undoing bright wraps lovingly covering . . . What is it inside that’s meant so much? and you’re hovering to see how I’ll emote? Will I get a ring?
© MLee Dickens'son
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Aug 25 15, 18:53
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Road-kill Revenge
A small pile of fur and bone lies in the middle of a black-top road where big trucks and autos drone. Going back to their abode like people changing tires the bones explode.
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Aug 26 15, 13:32
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Ripples in a Moat
I’d no thought to stir your boat; forgive me if I’ve troubled our calm waters. Waves can rise fast in a moat. Such joy with sons and daughters sometimes alarms our dear hurricane-spotters.
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Aug 26 15, 18:20
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Hidden Treasures
Weeded the garden today where the wife likes me to plant herbs and spice. The cold front made it child’s play and the numerous roots were gone in a trice. Finding basil and thyme survived made it nice.
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Home?
Home – yet jolted heart now grieves. We’d hid-and-sought through many a day and night, climbed trees here. But now . . . strewn leaves. Stunned, I weep for her in fright. Will morning star e'er again grace my poor sight?
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Aug 27 15, 17:22
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remembered grief
To die alone? I don’t care to be the last family member in the ground with only friends there to share tears beside that final mound so I’d rather go than hear that mournful sound.
Sorry about the last post but I'm now following your lead on the: 7,11,7,7,11.
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