I’ve never participated in the Thotpurge micropoetry month challenge — or any — before. Hope I’m doing all this right…
Today the suggested form is a Shadorma. The syllable count is supposed to be 3/5/3/3/7/5 — so, mine’s not perfect. That last line was a devil of a thing for me.
But anyway, let’s see how well I did — if well I did indeed.
These pages;
My sanctuary,
My reason
And my why.
Even though they, unbidden,
Will still make me cry.
These pages,
Dressed in black and white,
My troubles
And my tears,
Are the thing that got me through When all I knew was fear.
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Think you did wonderfully! Thanks for sharing your shadorma. How about “all those nights of fear” if you want to match the syllable count! But to me the meaning is more important that the math!
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Yes! That would have worked nicely. Glad you enjoyed it anyway, and thank YOU for the introduction to an interesting and enjoyable new form.
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Writing is therapeutic, indeed. You’ve put it nicely.
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So it is! And thank you.
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I’d say you nailed it!!!!
Pat
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Thanks! I’m glad you liked it.
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