Challenge: Summer etheree

[cascadiabound]

Happy Summer Poets!

Since yesterday was the first day of summer, I would like to challenge you to write a poem that is inspired by summer, but without using the word summer.

Your poem needs to be in the etheree form.

Please write 20 lines, therefore submissions should be either a double etheree or a double reversed etheree. See link below.


http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/etheree.html

This challenge will run until Sunday, June 30th midnight PST

The poet who posts 4th from the last poem will be awarded the privilege of starting the next challenge.

cb

 

[HarryHill]

Holy crap Cass has gone over to the dark side!

 

[cascadiabound]

Holy crap Cass has gone over to the dark side!

What on earth do you mean?

 

[Angeline]

Meditation On July

Words
can last
forever
or so it seems.
Lay down on the sand,
let the Sun caress you.
The waves are a lullaby,
blue is everywhere, distant
then fizzing to white, footsteps away.
Open your book, let the words sing to you.

You've read this book before: it's an old friend
set free from the depths of a beach bag,
smelling of canvas and July,
Fire Island long ago,
Frank talking to the Sun--
his voice in the breeze
and on the page.
His poem is
warm in
you.

 

[butters]

meant
to write
a poem
in another
earlier challenge
that involved a sand cat
whose presence was only marked
by silent press of damp pawprints;
how the hollowing attrition of
granular sadness made each print lighter
till, finally, she lacked enough hereness
to impress her being in soft sand
and the heat of july sunshine
sucked her atoms from the air
not a molecule left
and even old prints
gave up their shape
gravity
pushing
back

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I don't know, no offence but although I like Form poetry, Syllable Forms aren't my thing like Rhyming Forms aren't yours.

 

[HarryHill]

What om earth do you mean?

..
Form/shape poetry

 

[cascadiabound]

I don't know, no offence but although I like Form poetry, Syllable Forms aren't my thing like Rhyming Forms aren't yours.

You can always work out some rhyme within the form.

And of course we all have our preferences.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

You can always work out some rhyme within the form.

And of course we all have our preferences.

Bloody hell a rhyming etheree?!! No thank you! You misunderstand I think, I don't like counting syllables ....... and yes I know there are several programmes online do it for you!

 

[cascadiabound]

Bloody hell a rhyming etheree?!! No thank you! You misunderstand I think, I don't like counting syllables ....... and yes I know there are several programmes online do it for you!

Just as rhyming feels idk, forced to me. And yes, I am aware of on line tools for rhyming.

To each their own.

 

[HarryHill]

Syllabus

Swimming in humid aqua aether, hot
kiss of sun sneaking past soft branches
shade me, hold fast against fingers
brightly insistant, I'll go
out in the world, blue days
indigo evenings
frog serenade
breakfast time
:sign egg:
crack
fried
new dawns
days await
without worth all
afternoon rainfall
green rooted strong rising
blueberry mornings, sweet treat
run wild, woods, hills, creeks, wet or dry
that famous moon again in the night
Ten syllables hanging in tepid air.

 

[Moochienanu]

Counting to ten and back

Sweat
Dripping
From your brow
Swinging the axe
In the midday sun
No clouds in sight today
Remove the ball cap and wipe
Feel the heat beat down upon skin
The movement of hip twist and arm strike
Muscles aching from use and need for rest
Always more logs to split, so take a break
Enjoy a moment respite in thought
Of another heated moment here,
That glade you wanted her in
Watching as she comes close
How her body feels
Next to yours now
In your mind
She is
Sun.

I took advice and wrote a challenge poem as one of my 30 in 30. I don’t often write in form or rhyme, so this was another step out of my comfort zone.

 

[cascadiabound]

I took advice and wrote a challenge poem as one of my 30 in 30. I don’t often write in form or rhyme, so this was another step out of my comfort zone.

lovely to see you here Moochie!
excellent effort.

 

[Tzara]

Solstice​

Girls
(women)
wearing shorts
or sundresses,
halter tops, sandals,
skin bright in the daylight,
hair loose, shining in the wind,
walk in pairs along the sidewalk,
perhaps humming a favorite song
or simply enjoying a pleasant day.​

Watching them from across the street, young men
don't even try to disguise their stares,
looking for one who will smile back,
one who might encourage them
to cross the space and ask
if they'd like to see
a movie or
just join them
to hang
out.​

.

 

[Tzara]

Solstice​

Girls
(women)
wearing shorts
or sundresses,
halter tops, sandals,
skin bright in the daylight,
hair loose, shining in the wind,
walk in pairs along the sidewalk,
perhaps humming a favorite song
or simply enjoying a pleasant day.​

Watching them from across the street, young men
don't even try to disguise their stares,
looking for one who will smile back,
one who might encourage them
to cross the space and ask
if they'd like to see
a movie or
just join them
to hang
out.​

.

OK. That was to make sure I satisfied Cassie's formal requirements. Now this is how I wanted the poem to appear, with the title in the middle:

Girls
(women)
wearing shorts
or sundresses,
halter tops, sandals,
skin bright in the daylight,
hair loose, shining in the wind,
walk in pairs along the sidewalk,
perhaps humming a favorite song
or simply enjoying a pleasant day.​

Solstice​

Watching them from across the street, young men
don't even try to disguise their stares,
looking for one who will smile back,
one who might encourage them
to cross the space and ask
if they'd like to see
a movie or
just join them
to hang
out.​

 

[HarryHill]

Lovely both

 

[Piscator]

Perseids

We
lay on
the warm sand
eyes cast skyward
searching the dark sky
for sparks of light, thrown by
a Greek god, which then fall to
Earth, flashing through this moonless night.
Stray souls flitting neath the predawn sky
before they vanish in the endless dark.
Bound together in that skyfall shower
our bodies transcended mortal flesh
to move beyond the physical,
as form and spirit conjoin
to kindle a new spark
which over time would
grow to become
the infant
that was
you.

 

[Piscator]

I
can not
disagree
and will leave this
half-assed attempt at
an etheree with my
tail tucked between my legs
and yes, I lost the count there
because rigourous attention
to syllable count takes the majic
and spontaneity from poetry

 

[Mrtenant]

Always Summer



June
Endless
Month of change
Endless Summer
Now and forever
Was the path less taken
I'd made my final opus
An odd fiction about cookies
She'd found in the ghost of a migraine
That first endless day of Summer
We met, shared, breathed, lived, and loved
Found passion, desire, and lust
A soulful encounter
That Summer Solstice
My how busy
We’ve become
Wonder
Why

 

[Mrtenant]

We
lay on
the warm sand
eyes cast skyward
searching the dark sky
for sparks of light, thrown by
a Greek god, which then fall to
Earth, flashing through this moonless night.
Stray souls flitting neath the predawn sky
before they vanish in the endless dark.
Bound together in that skyfall shower
our bodies transcended mortal flesh
to move beyond the physical,
as form and spirit conjoin
to kindle a new spark
which over time would
grow to become
the infant
that was
you.

This is really good imho. Thanks for sharing. I wanted to quote the whole thing. It seemed idk, not right to snip it or anything else.

 

[Mrtenant]

Solstice​

Girls
(women)
wearing shorts
or sundresses,
halter tops, sandals,
skin bright in the daylight,
hair loose, shining in the wind,
walk in pairs along the sidewalk,
perhaps humming a favorite song
or simply enjoying a pleasant day.​

Watching them from across the street, young men
don't even try to disguise their stares,
looking for one who will smile back,
one who might encourage them
to cross the space and ask
if they'd like to see
a movie or
just join them
to hang
out.​

.

Excellent!

 

[Mrtenant]

Ok, everyone's is so good.

 

[Mrtenant]

Just as rhyming feels idk, forced to me. And yes, I am aware of on line tools for rhyming.

To each their own.

Some people decide they can't do something and so they won't even try.



You miss 100% of the shots you don't take.- Wayne Gretzky

 

[Piscator]

Always Summer



June
Endless
Month of change
Endless Summer
Now and forever
Was the path less taken
I'd made my final opus
An odd fiction about cookies
She'd found in the ghost of a migraine
That first endless day of Summer
We met, shared, breathed, lived, and loved
Found passion, desire, and lust
A soulful encounter
That Summer Solstice
My how busy
We’ve become
Wonder
Why

Thanks for your kind comment - sending one right back at you.

A great capture of the anticipation, realization and then fond remembrance tinged with regret of summer.

 

[Piscator]

Ok, everyone's is so good.

Agreed all are damn good but each capture a different element.