A lanterne is a five line quintain verse shaped like a Japanese lantern with a syllabic pattern of one, two, three, four, one.Each line able to stand on its own, and the poem may or may not have a title which sometimes forms an integral part as a 6th line
#1
Black,
yellow,
brown, or white--
partitions skin
deep.
#2 WATER MEADOWS
rush
and sedge
hide shady
ponds--teeming
with
life
#3
by
the stream
so shallow,
weeps a willow
tree.
#4 DAYSTAR
dawn
tinges
the bleak sky--
hope enlightens
all
#5
a
sea mist
rolls inshore---
daydreams deluge
me
#6 BIRDSONG
lost
in the
soft mist of
a September
dawn
#7 EQUINOX
Rain
droped leaves,
spotted gold--
scatter in the
wind
#8 MONA LISA
Her
gaze and
smile followed
his every
step
#9
bells
tolling
on the wind--
old memories
die
#10
a
dry rock--
out of the
white water of
life
#11 HIGH RISE
Thin
spires
in the breeze---
tasselled teasels
touch
Lanterne #12
Faint
May breeze----
in the trees
ripples shaded
green
Categories:
tasselled, tribute,
Form: Lanterne
hair
tasselled
encircled
a
sleeping
smile
hair
awakened
a
beautiful
flame
shadows
loitering
in
tenderness
turn
to
the sun
unlearning
piercing
music
Categories:
tasselled, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
Tonight I'll saddle up the scorpion
kicking to hell its armored flanks
ratchet legs charging straight ahead
poison lance hovering above my head
claws snapping at the cooling desert wind,
hunting for fiery pieces of moon tinged sin.
I'll romp with a band of glass blown vamps
in Bosh's tasselled garden of earthly delights-
Come sunrise, i'll dismount my poisonous tank
don a tie and ride a three piece suited pegasus.
Categories:
tasselled, sin,
Form: Rhyme
Sevilla, the evening pins flowers on your hair
A pirouette of tasselled gown rustles by
Igniting a lusty swirl along theater’s wing,
Over spotlights on red liquefied hips
That kiss of flamenco gyres into a dance ;
Relishing the wine which drips as you lift
And tap those feet through moonshine’s gloam:
O, such swaggers devour my senses
While Latin music sets the castanets ablaze--
Then a pause, a sensuous movement, jigging.
Sevilla, you are a luscious pageant of a song,
A brief canticle gliding on my bones, that I
Fondle you in the dark caressing scented nape:
What endless thrill you bring on an August dusk!
Then together drunken madly , recklessly
I will be love's sunrise, and you my finale's art,
As this heart etches a twirl in flamenco sighs,
Clinging to each refrain of such possessed trance.
For Silent One's Contest:
Poems That Paint a Picture-3 9/24/2017
~ a most memorable dinner in Sevilla
watching a Flamenco concert~
Categories:
tasselled, dance, passion,
Form: Ekphrasis
Dr Fatmir Terziu
An early form of prayer
spiritual strength,
a condition. Patches of land
underneath tasselled feet
become rhyming music;
thought, conscience, art;
in happiness, perdition, pain.
When they touch up there
hands, feet, bodies, minds
become one.
Albanian Valle, Ancient Valle!
This beautiful form of art
A bust on the tip of the forehead
ready to awaken the
timelessness at all times!
Note: Albanian Folk Dance
Categories:
tasselled, art,
Form: Verse
JUST NEAR HERE
Follow the track ,with the scenic view
through beechchwood, common heath
with grassy scrub and clumps of gorse,
in yellow garb;Amble shaded lanes
to wayside pubs .‘Cross meadow gates
and stile ,contemplate ,or, sit awhile
as daisy,buttercup,and cowslip yellow
mix as one in fellowship.Reach a wood
with its carpet blue, listen to a trickling
stream,where dogrose in a briared sprawl,
flower and prickle, meander tall , shading
mallow where tasselled teasels touching
the trees greened with rain.Scent
honeysuckle waxing in summer light,
a heady fragrance to fill the night.
Listen to me read this poem on youtube under the name of ichthyschiro
Categories:
tasselled, nature,
Form: Verse
Autumn
in the air-
drops of saguine
red
Thin
spires
in the breeze-
tasselled teasels
touch
Lost
in the
soft mist of
dawn
Rain
dropped leaves
spotted gold
mould in the
dew
a single lanterne is a half
American cinquain
Categories:
tasselled, seasons
Form: Lanterne
Thin
spires
in the breeze-
tasselled teasels
touch
bells
tolling
in the wind-
old memories-
die
Categories:
tasselled, introspection
Form: Lanterne