Walking moonless night
Out of the bright shower
Trying to remember the road
From twilight memory.
The sound of the trees
On either side of the small road
Crunch softly echoing your steps
On the gravelly asphalt.
The crickets and cicadas
Ringing loud in your ears
And you see a white thing in the road
And you wonder if it is the diaper
You had noticed on your way here from camp.
And if it is. If you hadn’t already missed it
Walking ever so blindly in the dark
Lit only by stars and fireflies
That flash like strokes of lightning
And land darkly on your bear arms,
Then, you wonder, have you really been
Walking as slowly as it feels,
And you wonder how far the bullfrogs
Are off in the trees for you to hear them
So faintly at times and so loud the next.
Darkness to silence.
Redbud tips on bare branches.
You don’t have to talk
To raise your voice
To talk to me in the dark.
It’s more than luxury to stop
And reflect in moments of silence.
There must be something evading my sight
And not just irrational fright
Out there in the darkness
Lurking or something like this
That keeps my dog up barking all night.
But if I lie awake through the dark
Because the dog does nothing but bark,
The next meal that I sup
Will involve this young pup,
And my word, my dear, you can mark.
A limerick is a five-line poem where the first, second, and fifth lines are long and the third and fourth lines are short. There seems to be quite a lot of variation between the examples of limericks that I have seen. But the long lines tend to be eight, nine, or ten syllables in length, and the short lines tend to be five, six, or seven syllables in length. Typically, the three long lines rhyme with each other and the two short lines rhyme with each other. But the rhyme scheme is subject to change on the whim of the poet. Limericks are often humorous poems consisting of a single stanza. However, they don’t have to be funny and limericks can be linked together in multiple stanzas to form a longer poem. If you want to learn more about limericks or any other poetry term, you can check out the Glossary of Poetic Terms at Poetry Foundation here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms?letter=L
My cell phone
Helps me pick a path
Through the dark
Until the timer cuts off
The dim light and sight.
I wrote this poem as a response to a poetry challenge given out by Rebecca Cunningham’s Fake Flamenco page in March. It is already long past the deadline she set, but I am ok with that if you are. If you would like to read or respond to her old poetry challenge, click onto her page here: https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/144536015/posts/17875
A shadorma is a short unrimed poem with six lines and a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5. I had never heard of this style of poem until I read about it on Rebecca Cunningham’s page.
Why does light shine brightest
In the darkness of night
When the slightest sound
Sends us covers over head
And hearts pounding not to see?
Stalking through darkened
Hillside hunting snake food around
The garden shed
Dripping globs of dew and spider light
In the grass at night.
Way off in the flashlight
Beam, little eye blinks
In the dark glittering
Green flecks of the things you can’t see
But watch you in the dark.
The soft colors
Of twilight drown into darkness
And yellow streetlights.
A dark wind creaks boards
And rattles windows bringing
Comfort to cold night.