Sketchbook  Terra Martin, CA

 

 

Spenserian Sonnet Shadows What are these shadows in front of my eyes? Perchance the light into a new day A gleam of insight diminish my cries Learning from pain pursuing its bray Knowledge a struggle that's seeking to pay Words upon words like baleful bloodhounds Creative beggars in such disarray Poetic ears keep echoing with sound Shivering skin craves to dumfound The immortalized name is what we seek Oh, inspirations, those seeds that astound To live forever in that one great shriek Poem has spilled on dog-eared page Capturing the senses it binds to assuage.

 

 

Pantoum Hinterland Sunrise hinterland Seagull glides Over sparkling sand Following tides Seagull glides Noisy sound Following tides Outward-bound Noisy sound Foraging food Outward-bound Ever shrewd Darwin's dawn Over sparkling sand Epoch to pawn Sunrise hinterland

 

 

Triolet This triolet so very bright. A slight coquette this triolet. Tiny duet It steals your heart: This triolet so very bright!

 

 

Villanelle Winterberry Wiry guardian of snowy shore Impressionistic bark fine and worn Native lineage fabled folklore Red squirrel digs for its priceless store Under ragged branch lithe and forlorn Wiry guardian of snowy shore Leaves that arrive and depart before The august moon is artlessly born Native lineage fabled folklore Namesake Black Alder in days of yore Berries like beadwork tease and adorn Wiry guardian of snowy shore Bird feeder savior for those that soar This salvation others tend to scorn Native lineage fabled folklore Properties that heal right to the core Indian fact innate of firstborn Wiry guardian of snowy shore Native lineage fabled folklore     How can you scream that the past is obscene? How can you scream that the past is obscene? Passions grow with each nuance of pleasure Love, Hate, the chasm of the unforeseen The consummate lover is evergreen Explorer of joy measure for measure How can you scream that the past is obscene? Fantasies are artful, sweet libertines A soliloquy of hidden treasure Love, Hate, the chasm of the unforeseen Rapturous touch of skin and velveteen Surrendering modesty at leisure How can you scream that the past is obscene? You crush the memories that intervene Hypocrite of desire and discomfiture Love, Hate, the chasm of the unforeseen As we quench the tides and become serene The past is merely a strange visitor How can you scream that the past is obscene? Love, Hate, the chasm of the unforeseen

 

 

Rondeau On Patrick's pond On Patrick's pond the ice agleam Invitation to dream and dream, The skaters gliding to-and-fro Spectators sip steaming cocoa Snowdrifts as smooth as whipping cream The sun toasts this ancient regime Winter's wind sculpts this kingdom's theme, The blue spruce sets the cameo On Patrick's pond. Sky of cerulean extreme A breathtaking surreal seam, Rosy cheeks beginning to show Like picture postcards long ago, Vignette of alabaster sheen On Patrick's pond.     Rondeau Tom Tom does not phone, implied he'd try Do you believe in this guys' guy? I've begged and been a diplomat Around this guy I smell a rat He needs a dose of humble pie A thousand times I've wondered why? And then I give a little sigh Who is he, an aristocrat? Tom does not phone. He always has an alibi With a grumble and rash reply What's the matter with where he's at? I must admit: he's just a Cat! A fact I will not dignify

 

 

Limericks There once was a wine called Champagne It's cause and effects inhumane. Beyond seeing double, You get into trouble, And create a musty migraine     There is a new word on the block, A weirdly incredible crock, It hails by "whatever" It's used howsoever, To stop all serious talk.

 

 

Haiku   freezing rain— streets like patent leather     if not for moonlight— i would have forgotten you     city snowstorm homeless woman tiptoes in running shoes     bitter cold day— your continuous silence

 

 

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