A Prison Tableau

Here in my prison

I await freedom

By which I’m driven

Back to my Eden

That I’ve been given

As promised beacon

 


Note: The Tableau is an invented stanzaic form that paints a single image in keeping with the name of the form, tableau meaning picture. Created by Emily Romano who suggests the word “tableau” be included in the title. The Tableau is:

  • stanzaic, written in any number of sixains.
  • isosyllabic, 5 syllable lines.
  • rhyme at the discretion of the poet.
  • written describing a single image.
  • written with a title that includes the word “tableau”.
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I Went to the Sea

I went to the sea to see what I could see

But I couldn’t quite grasp the symmetry 

Of clear blue sky and the waves so high

Keeping cadence with your last goodbye

And the sigh I sighed with mournful cry

In vain to try to win you back before I die

But did you care at all that I could not see

In the sea what I came to see in you and me?

By Lapping Waves: An Andaree

Hold my hand by the water of lapping waves

Take me to the cave of love that saves

And thrill me within my heart

But whole, not in part

So charming

Kiss

No harming

While you work your art

And shoot me thru with your dart

Before we lie prostrate in cold graves

Hold my hand by the water of lapping waves


Note: The Andaree was created by Andrea Dietrich and is syllabic, with lines of 11/9/7/5/3/1/3/5/7/9/11
Rhyme Scheme: A a b b c b c b b a A
It requires a Refrain: Line 1 is repeated as Line 11.
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Excitation from inhalation of your cream sweet aroma

And suddenly this dream breaks the banality of reality

In the finality of passion to allure me to secure me to you

In full view of this world into which I am now bound

To the sound of your love and laughter forever hereafter

As you press my head to your waist where I am graced

To taste your infection of life affection without rejection

As now beneath your lifegiving hand I am your waistband

And I thank you . . .

Fields: An Etheree

Fields

Dead fields

In dread cold

Of Winter’s fold

Now in frozen hold

As enchanted wind blows

And icy crystal streams flow

From the netherworld just below

Where the sun dies yet to rise again

To regain once more his immortal reign

 


Note: An Etheree is a type of poem which has ten lines. It goes in an order on the lines corresponding to the amount of syllables on it. It is a successive one to one system. So, the counts literally go up 1, 2, ,3, 4 and so on up to 10 syllables.

This type of poem can also go in reverse. Simply count down the numbers starting with ten. Or there can be something called a Double Etheree. This means that the lines will count upwards, and then at ten, ten is repeated and then it is counted down. So a Double Etheree is actually a 20 line poem. 

Promise of the Yawn of New Dawn

I look high up into the night sky to stars and moon above,

And try to imagine all of life gone by,

But the promise of dawning just yawning on far horizon

Turns my heart to enliven my soul…

Not too many years have passed to leave me harassed

By febrility, confining me to senility,

So there is hope beyond the scope of such time gone by,

Forming an allotrope to coming days

That will surely lead me in different ways than ere before

In an adventure for me now in store!

Boy

Take me back for lack of life now as I bow to youth gone by,

And let me fly up so high to build another empire in the sky;

To wrestle rough with vampires while I sound the battle cry;

To climb daunting trees taunting and haunting my dreams;

To play again on cheery days, or ones dreary and even eerie;

To camp under moonlit night looking for a bright meteorite;

To rush against the hounds of hell, amid the sounds of war;

To give imagination free reign in the vein of strong fantasy,

Where I belong to once more sing the song I so long to sing,

If only youth would wing its way to me to be again … a boy

Boy