Loop Poem · Original Digital Art

Labyrinth

This is a loop poem with the rhyme scheme of ab, cc, defg, hh, ii, jklm, nn, oo. 

Some days I just want to be alone

alone with my soul and sacred things

 

sacred things like collages, crystals and prayers

prayers holding grace up heavenly stairs

 

stairs that wind higher into vast space

space is the matrix of light and dark matter

matter enfolds all dimensions and souls

souls resound songs of different vibrations

 

vibrations shimmer with tones in the light

light flares rich hues from the dark to the bright

 

bright is the source of all in creation

creation is God/ Goddesses awesome play station

 

Playstation sells games that aren’t on my shelves

shelves are my places for books and dear treasures

treasures hold gold in my heart and my home

home is the place I escape all life tensions

 

tensions create anxiety and fear

fear is a captor that’s not of good cheer

 

cheer is the reason I remain in the sacred

sacred time with my soul will never be wasted.

 

©Barbara Harris Leonhard, extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Digital Image: ‘Labyrinth’  ©Martha Harris, Martha’s Artistic Flarings, artisticflarings.blog

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Loop Poem

In Autumn (Two Drafts)

This is a loop poem, in which the last word of a line begins the next line. This first draft seemed bland to me, so I revised it by adding details and being looser with the rules for loop poems. I feel the looping can create unnecessary repetition and restrict exploration unless I can loosen up and stretch the boundaries of the form. What do you think?

Draft 1

Autumn is the lesson of leaves
leaves cling to branches in storms
storms batter the stronghold of trees
trees stand with grand resolve
resolve to hold their ground
ground captures falling leaves
leaves take to earth like sawdust
sawdust of fallen trees in sun
sun, the ancient watcher of autumn.

Draft 2

Autumn is the lesson of dying leaves.

Leaves, once lush from summer rain, cling to branches for life in storms.

Midday thunder storms batter the stronghold of bristling trees.

Aged trees, their arms flailing, stand with grand resolve,

a resolve to hold their place on eroded ground.

The wasted ground complies to capture the fallen.

Fallen leaves take to earth like the sand of ocher sawdust.

The ocher sawdust of shedding trees lies parched in low sun.

The sun, the ancient watcher of late autumn.

 

poem and image: ©Barbara Harris Leonhard, extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Loop Poem

In Autumn (Two Drafts)

This is a loop poem, in which the last word of a line begins the next line. This first draft seemed bland to me, so I revised it by adding details and being looser with the rules for loop poems. I feel the looping can create unnecessary repetition and restrict exploration unless I can loosen up and stretch the boundaries of the form.

Draft 1

Autumn is the lesson of leaves
leaves cling to branches in storms
storms batter the stronghold of trees
trees stand with grand resolve
resolve to hold their ground
ground captures falling leaves
leaves take to earth like sawdust
sawdust of fallen trees in sun
sun, the ancient watcher of autumn.

Draft 2

Autumn is the lesson of dying leaves.

Leaves, once lush from summer rain, cling to branches for life in storms.

Midday thunder storms batter the stronghold of bristling trees.

Aged trees, their arms flailing, stand with grand resolve,

a resolve to hold their place on eroded ground.

The wasted ground complies to capture the fallen.

Fallen leaves take to earth like the sand of ocher sawdust.

The ocher sawdust of shedding trees lies parched in low sun.

The sun, the ancient watcher of late autumn.

 

poem and image: ©Barbara Harris Leonhard, extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog