Glory, fading

she was light and magic, springtime laughter woven through her hair
i found her world cluttered and noisy, a place where logic sighs
but how my heart leaps when i hear a bird call, her breath of life

she was a singer of hymns, a joyful, patient sentinel
i was a snare drum, ready to snap at the skip of a beat
i now find myself leeching to the choir, waiting on her voice

she was my anchor as well as my spirited ticket to ride
how i gnawed at the tether, unaware of the life line
i hold, waiting like a child, to the end of her crimson thread

Rene ~ October 10, 2012

Trying my hand at form of poetry known as Korean Sijo
a departure for me because I’m a flighty free verse girl.

I learned of this form from my friend and fellow poet Marian at Runaway Sentence
Girl can write. I hope I’ve done the form justice.

Lastly, this is a submission for 100 Word Song, hosted by my friend and fellow writer, Lance from My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. I went over the 100 word limit by 10.
Sorry, had to be done. Mea culpa.

I’d like to take this opportunity to share a few words from Lance:

“Several months ago, I wrote a fictional short story, called Italian Radio inspired by the release of aquitted American murder suspect, Amanda Knox. Since then, the 4,500 word story has been rewritten, edited, re-edited, and is now competing against amazing writers in a context called America’s Next Author. 
Public support such as tweets, facebook shares, and of course, website votes mean a lot.
I try to entertain ya’ll here at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. 
So now, if you can, entertain me, too. 
Go here: http://www.ebookmall.com/americasnextauthor  
and / or here:http://www.ebookmall.com/author/lance-burson  
Read Italian radio, and if you like it, cast a vote for me, please.
Tell a friend or fifty.
Thank you for continuing to click here when there are so many cooler places on the internets to hang. 
Remember, I live with four women, so sharing the prize is properly out of my hands.
People are reading and reviewing and voting as I type.
They count tweets, facebook shares and written reviews on the page. 
If you promote this on the twitter use the hastag #ana2012 . 
There are enough pills to get me through this…..Please and thank you, my fellow blog pugilists.”

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26 thoughts on “Glory, fading

  1. Thank you for the support. I'm fond of this form. Even for a free verse girl, I like how you intepreted "faded" from a memory and style POV. I'm honored by your post.

  2. how i gnawed at the tether, unaware of the life linei hold, waiting like a child, to the end of her crimson thread////pretty cool line that…and i like the character sketch within….this line in particular plays well the duality…the tether, but also our desires to break free of it in our gnawing….dang that sounded somewhat intelligent…ha…ok, i like it…smiles.

  3. how i gnawed at the tether, unaware of the life linei hold, waiting like a child, to the end of her crimson thread////pretty cool line that…and i like the character sketch within….this line in particular plays well the duality…the tether, but also our desires to break free of it in our gnawing….dang that sounded somewhat intelligent…ha…ok, i like it…smiles.

  4. I really enjoy the sijo form. I tried it myself this past week —- http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2012/10/pine-cone.html You have so many beautiful phrasings in this poem. I like especially "she was light and magic, springtime laughter woven through her hair" and also "i was a snare drum, ready to snap at the skip of a beat." I know what you mean about being a free verse kind of person, but sometimes it is fun to try one's hand at a form, I think. You did well.

  5. I really enjoy the sijo form. I tried it myself this past week —- http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2012/10/pine-cone.html You have so many beautiful phrasings in this poem. I like especially "she was light and magic, springtime laughter woven through her hair" and also "i was a snare drum, ready to snap at the skip of a beat." I know what you mean about being a free verse kind of person, but sometimes it is fun to try one's hand at a form, I think. You did well.

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