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Manda ([personal profile] alee_grrl) wrote in [community profile] poetree2012-12-31 10:46 am

Cycles Short Poem Challenge

Cycles are a vital part of life and can be found everywhere from the physical world to the emotional and spiritual worlds. Cycles are often reflected in longer verse, but I think it might be fun to see what we can do with them in short forms.

I'll start things off with a short poem on the water cycle. Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a short format poem (haiku, tanka, etheree, or short free verse) about some sort of cycle. Also feel free to comment, offer prompts for cycles you'd like to see tackled in short verse, and discuss.

This challenge is just to get our creative minds going again, to engage the community after a bit of a hiatus. So feel free to continue to post answers throughout the week. Most of all have fun! :)

Flow
by [personal profile] alee_grrl

Evaporate
ride the heat, up and up
til the sky grows cold
Condense and fall, down,
down, back to the earth
Evaporate
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[personal profile] untonuggan 2013-01-01 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Lovely! And I'm so glad the comm is back of hiatus. I know both of you needed it, and I'm also glad to see the comm posting again. <3
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smartalec response re: a 'cycle

[personal profile] fyreharper 2013-01-04 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
spokes center the wheel -
card clipped to the frame just so
roars with its turning

(did anyone else do this as a kid - clothespin a bit of cardstock to their bike so that the edge sticks into the spokes and makes noise?)
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Spring

[personal profile] bookblather 2013-01-05 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
spring
opens
like a bud
bedewed and decked
with summer's promise--
chilly winter lingers
in shiver-cold taste of snow.
Wind blows away the crunching leaves
and clears the ground again for fragile seeds
to settle in soil and spread their roots deep.

I've been reading Mary Oliver, can you tell?