Back to Nature: Escapril Challenge 5

Take me back to the earth of human birth

So to go forth in knowing my own worth

And let me feel the wind round every bend

While ocean waves kiss the shore in motion

With magical music of the Cosmos musing

Over this world so confusing while moving

Toward eternal flames of heaven leavened

With the souls of saints and sinners alike

And so I make this lasting return to nature

As the perfect portraiture of my character




Anxiety: Escapril Challenge 4

Churning, burning inside
You lose your way
As light fades to night when you hide
Yourself away
Till day

Bile catches in your throat
And you shiver
Yet you sweat underneath your coat

Anxiety plagues you
Hunts you like prey
And there is nothing you can do
Nothing to say
Just pray

Note: The Taylor poem is a form patterned from “Upon a Spider Catching a Fly” by Edward Taylor (1642-1729), who some call the finest colonial poet although his work was not published until 1939.

The Taylor is:
○ stanzaic, written in any number of cinquains
○ metric, iambic, L1 trimeter, L2 and L4 dimeter, L3 tetrameter, L5 monometer
○ rhymed or at least near rhymed a b a b b, c d c d d, e f e f f, etc


Notes: Escapril Challenge 3

Notes float gently by
Sing to make me cry
From my soul to you
So truly lovely
With taste of honey

Notes float gently
Strike intently
Lay me so low
Only you know

Fine notes float
Enter ears
Catch in throat



Note: A diminished hexaverse is a poem containing stanzas of 5 lines, then 4 lines, then 3 lines, then 2 lines, ending with one word. The syllables in each stanza correspond to the number of lines, i.e. 5 in each line in the first stanza, 4 in the second stanza and so on. This form may contain more than five stanzas.

I would like to thank Yassy, fellow poet and blogger, for introducing me to the hexaverse. Please visit her blog site, and especially read her own hexaverse poem, Springtime.


April Showers: Escapril Challenge 2

You don’t remain too much the same in the cleansing rains

Of the showers of April that bless bowers, trees and flowers

Even as you turn your face to heaven to find another place

Far from this world of care, which you can no longer bear

With the tear in your soul only the heavens can ever repair

By administration of holy water upon the altar of your head

In upturned supplication, contrition, and loving disposition

To truly, freely receive these once-and-again April showers