1. Golden morning moonset, and a russet sunrise.
2. Introducing my students to Shakespearean insults.
3. People rising to the occasion.
4. Grace and civility and kindness are not dead. (I know that seems like the total antithesis of number 2, but it just all fits.)
5. Voice Class recital for Chapel this morning. I am en-couraged by the courage of those young folks taking the stage and taking risks. And the music was sublime.
May we walk in Beauty!
Winter is coming on, and I am feeling the pull to go inward, to explore new poetic forms. This one I discovered on Robert Brewer’s Poetic Asides blog. It is a French form called a lai. It’s good for me to get back to the anxious thrill of writing something for the fun and playfulness of it, and not simply because there are words knocking at the back door of my head asking to be let out.
It’s 9 lines. The 5-syllable lines (1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8) are rhyme A, and the others are 2 syllables and are rhyme B. Here goes:
Either moon or frost
has whitely embossed
I wake, having crossed
the sea of sleep, tossed,
within my own lost
ark. Now, waking’s cost.
Hmmm. Perhaps I ought to have been a little more intentional about choosing rhymes instead of diving in head first and letting the rhymes find me. Nah. That was fun. Sort of like a tanka, but with the added imperative of rhyme. And that happy little skip in the last lines of the triads could be used comically or very seriously, I think. I started with the first thing that jumped into my head, so I was stuck with -ost as my major rhyme. Initially I typed “grass” instead of “field,” but was limited by that rhyme. Now that’s an exercise to wake me up.
1. The artistic power of limits
2. Colored pencils
3. Warm rug for winter
4. Cleaning the attic
Beauty All Around Us.