Poetry

Noel Cinquain — Day 2

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

 

CHRISTMAS TREES - RED STAR BACKGROUND - Kalhh -- PX - framed

Noel:
The King has come.
And in His Word is pow’r
To remove mountains in our way.
Noel.

 

 

 

 

photo courtesy of Kalhh @ pixabay.com

 

 

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Irresistible Invitation

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

I was watching an art tutorial the other day, and the artist shared about something she had learned from a life coach that had changed her life for the good. It was the concept of determining what you give your time and energy to by always “focusing on what sparks joy.” The concept found a home in my heart as well. It’s very good advice, and I intend to follow it more in the future. In light of that fact, I offer this bit of Haiku for two reasons: Writing it sparks joy in me, and I hope reading it sparks the same joy in you.

 

WEIMARANER PUPPY -- Romek -- PX

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If you need some love,
I know where you can find it:
I’ll be here all day.

 

 

 

 

In Love With Love?

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

I was rambling through my archives today and came across this poem. Thought I’d give it a fresh airing — just ’cause I like it.

AMOEBA MAN UNDER LOVE WEIGHT

Oh, I wish I were in love.
How I love to be in love!
It’s so great to be in love —
Until you’re dumped.

Oh, but love is so exciting,
With emotions all igniting,
In the favored one delighting —
‘Til you’re dumped.

I believed in sweet romance,
Loving arms in which to dance,
Titillated by a glance —
Then I got dumped.

Now, I’m not so sure of love,
It’s so hard real love to prove,
And if I don’t fall in love —
I can’t get dumped!

Perhaps I should let my faithful readers know that this poem is not based on a true story. Actually it grew out of a brief experience I had today when I turned on the car radio and heard a song from my high school days. It took me instantly back to a restaurant where I was enjoying some time with a guy I “thought” I was semi-in-love with. Our relationship never did develop into anything serious, and for a short time, I was unhappy. However, by 5 years later, I was thanking God that I never got into anything more serious with him than a mere friendship. I do pity his wife a good deal. But as I thought about that experience, I just sat down to write a poem about how we tend to fall in love with love sometimes, and — well — this is what I ended up with.

 

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Wet Cinquain

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

rain on windshield

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Rainstorm
At the grocer’s.
Just as I was all done.
My cart full of goodies is now
All wet!

I too
Am now soaked through.
Left umbrella in car.
Stupid and now paying for it:
Drip, drip.

 

 

 

 

Beware the Charming Maiden

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

ENGLISH COURTSHIP - red

 

She had a winsome smile and quite a winsome way.
Her voice so musical refreshed the air.
Her winsome little dimple and her twinkling eyes of blue
Caught all the young and callow fellows unaware.

She captured their attention neatly, one by one.
And beckoned them to step within her door
And sample tastes of tea and pastries, succulent and sweet,
And promised, if they were behaved, she’d offer more.

So each one stepped inside, expecting much delight,
And ate his fill at ample table spread.
Then while each gazed and swooned and pondered more delights to come,
Her poison worked its magic until each was dead.

 

 

 

Red

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

RED SWATCH

I was talking recently with a good friend, a very talented artist, who also has a love for unique literature and for writing. Having spent a lot of time in Japan, he has an immense appreciation for that country’s culture and it’s literature. He’s currently working on a book of poetry in Japanese — poems with unique subject matter and perspectives on elements of the world and life. One of the things he’s experimenting with is being able to express color in words only — so that someone who’s never seen the color can get a true sense of what it is. He asked me if I had any ideas or concepts concerning the color red that might be worked into such a piece.

I shared with him that I had actually written a short piece like that a few years ago about the color green. And the idea of doing the same thing for other colors was intriguing. So I left the conversation with his asking me to think about the color and pass on any concepts that came to me in case they provided something more he might incorporate into his work.

Well, a challenge like that is just too much to withstand, so I found my mind delving into the subject repeatedly over the next 12 hours. And, sure enough, I came up with my personal version of describing the color red in words only. I shared it with him, of course, with permission to use any of the ideas or concepts he thought would be helpful. But then I decided that my followers here and on my poetry site might enjoy it as well.

And, no worries: my sharing it here won’t step on his toes where his own work is concerned. Because the only thing he’s considering using are some of the concepts I’ve shared,  not the poem itself. And, of course, since his book of poems is being written in Japanese, my English poem won’t interfere with the effect of his finished work in the least. So here’s my interpretation of that wonderful, unique color.

RED

Red is fire and passion.
It lives; it shouts; it takes possession
Of every scene in which it plays a part.
It is the exclamation mark of life.

It speaks of blood that flows throughout our veins.
It speaks of hate that steals away that blood.
It speaks of love that overcomes all hate.

It’s energy unleashed:
Invigorating, stimulating, titillating, aggravating.

Bold, emphatic, quite dramatic;
Life-inspiring, soul-empowering:
Red!