Sestina — Lemonade Life

L. Burton — devious as she is — posted a half-sestina as her challenge piece for Jilly’s August Casting Bricks Challenge.  Not that I’m not up to the task….

Lemons

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Sometimes those lemons that are squeezed from life
can leave a sour taste in the mouths of children
and adulthood thrusts upon them less time
than they had before to play and dream.
What they wouldn’t give for some special words
to carry with them, to hold and treasure.

Like the attic trunk overflowing with treasure
immeasurable memories before life
became chaos, before silence was words
before the steely grip of a child’s
nightmares tangled with hopeful dreams,
tripping along with the angry flow of time.

Resilient are they, and know in time
the importance of what’s to be treasured;
tap dance on the devil’s schemes, dreaming
on pale blue skies, contemplating life
as only the wonder of a child
can bring.  Chalk-dust scribble all the words.

When mystery meets meaning, say the words,
the ones that had been trapped in time.
Amber-bound fossils.  Children
who once upon a time were.  Treasure
every coo-coo-clock crisp of life.
Treat life not so lightly, but dream

of playground chaos.  Dream
those now nearly sacred words:
Hopscotch, Jump Rope.  Before life
intruded, adulthood stole golden time.
It is chalked memories we treasure.
Remember what it was like to be children?

So much leaves a sour taste, children!
So long since we could play and dream.
Dreams we carry, hold and treasure.
What we wouldn’t give for some healing words!
Adulthood has thrust upon us, taking time
to deliver lemon upon lemon – a lemonade life.

Why are children infected with life?
Why do our dream bubbles empty with time?
We search for lost treasure, gaining only words.

 

July Challenge — with L. Burton

 

Poems can ring, rise upon sun and moon
or bring momentum to an errant flame.
Maybe it falls face first, mangled too soon
its sound wailing against the sting of rain.

Dawn will singe your senses, set them all free
Perform song and acrobatic dances
cry out in celebration, yours to see
and for a lifetime’s unsung romances

Go strip willow and your garland do plait.
In Sol’s warm sway do strip! And bare your feet!
To tree’s soft gentle song sway and gyrate.
From sky your blessing drink, make woods your meat.

So blaze a trail by scents and flying tails!
The lass astride a moonbeam never fails.

Okay, so for Jilly’s Casting Bricks July poetry challenge, L. Burton did not only a sonnet entitled, Fancy Perfume and Twirling Ribbons, but:

For my contribution, I’ve started a sonnet in anagram form.  Hopefully this doesn’t make anyone want to run away screaming.  I just figured if I’m going to be challenged, I want to really be challenged.

As a refresher:  a sonnet is a 14-line poem with 3 quatrains and a couplet.  Rhyme scheme is abab/cdcd/efef/gg.  I wrote the first 7 lines, now you write the next 7.

Anagrammatic poetry is simply forming new words from existing ones (the existing words being the title – Fancy Perfume and Twirling Ribbons).  Here’s a better explanation with example, and another example here.

All well and good… I would have been better off running away and screaming!  Where the color changes is where I took over.  Just to help you out, if you accept the challenge, the letters you can use are: a,b,c,d,e,f,g, i,  l,m,n,o,p, r,s,t,u, w, y.

Start running!