slim shelter of lines,
of night’s boundless horizon
beyond twilight sky
A shadorma response to tonight’s dVerse challenge: “Express an idea, emotion or mood symbolically without saying anything directly”
sunlit joy swallowed
by long nights
cold and dry
we scratch frozen earth—magma
shudders deep within
Shadorma November hosted by Along the Interstice is coming to a close, but it is not too late to read more shadormas or to try writing one. The form is syllabic: 3-5-3-3-7-5.
at this store’
or only in rare cases
depends who you ask
uninformed nice staff
will help you
if they don’t seem in the loop
check back in ten days
These shadorma offer a small slice of the buyer’s hell I endured recently with a major corporation. In the end I felt sorry, not only for myself but for the employees who had to talk about arrangements, products and company marketing they knew little about. The lack of communication between company staff and local store was astounding.
let’s name this
betrayal of trust
preserve to perpetuate
air water shelter
let’s name this
to mitigate disaster
floods droughts hurricanes
jailed for death of son
No charge for head of state who
ignores climate change?
to name is
to take a stand is
to call this
neglect, perhaps manslaughter
I wrote this poem after the close of the world climate summit held in Bonn—the leader of the largest carbon emitting nation expressed an intention to withdraw the United States from the international climate agreement. Despite this stance, an independent delegation of sub-national United States leaders attended to report ongoing efforts by states, cities, businesses and citizens to achieve the carbon emissions target agreed to in the 2015 Paris Agreement. I am warmed by the words of Fiji’s Prime Minister, who opened the summit with the overall sentiment: “we must not fail our people”:
The need for urgency is obvious. Our world is in distress from the extreme weather events caused by climate change – destructive hurricanes, fires, floods, droughts, melting ice, and changes to agriculture that threaten our food security. All consistent with the science that now tells us that 2016 was a record year for carbon concentrations in the atmosphere.
All over the world, vast numbers of people are suffering – bewildered by the forces ranged against them. Our job as leaders is to respond to that suffering with all means available to us. This includes our capacity to work together to identify opportunities in the transition we must make.
We must not fail our people. That means using the next two weeks and the year ahead to do everything we can to make the Paris Agreement work and to advance ambition and support for climate action before 2020.
Opening speech of Prime Minister Frank Bainimarama of Fiji, President of the United Nations Climate conference held in Bonn November 6 to 17, 2017 (COP 23)
Key achievements from COP 23
tremble in dawn cold
afraid to fly, to step out
into dark unknown
Most trees around here have lost their leaves. But this morning I noticed one still bearing dead leaves. This poem is a shadorma (3-5-3-3-7-5) for Shadorma November at Along the Interstice.
“Ah! my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
Today of past Regrets and future Fears –
Tomorrow? – Why, Tomorrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n Thousand Years.”
© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)
Thinking about this quatrain, I wrote two haiku and a shadorma:
lines we write
fill pages like cups
cares take flight
lighten heavy hearts
sips of joy
I want to
know the cup that clears
live in a Flow of being,
taste the depth of Now
Many thanks to Chèvrefeuille who has been providing posts that illuminate Rubaiyat quatrains of 12th century poet Omar Khayyam. Today I respond to Carpe Diem #1232–past regrets and future fears. I am also appreciating Shadorma November, a community opportunity to explore the shadorma, a poem of 6 lines of 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllables.
in the wind
every song ever sung
quiver for eternity
rustle branches in the trees
in the clay, wind, dew,
transmutations travel time,
stars to earth to bone
A tanka and shadorma inspired by Carpe Diem #1301–River’s Lip, an episode in Carpe Diem’s Rubaiyat Another Way series. Each episode in this series offers interpretations, reflections and related poetry. Below are the featured Rubaiyat quatrain and other poems from the prompt post:
And this delightful Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River’s Lip on which we lean –
Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows
From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!
© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald), from The Rubaiyat
(river’slip refers to the river bank)
There’s not one atom of yon earth
Butonce was living man;
Nor the minutest drop of rain,
That hangeth in its thinnest cloud,
But flowed in human veins.
©Percy Bysshe Shelley, from Queen Mab
on river’s lip
hyacinths, grasses and other herbs
kisses of life