Monday, April 3, 2017

Moondog







Moondog



Moondog came,
barking wither-white;
turned things dead
with his rabid spit;
a year sickened gone.

Come in now
before we all break.
Hold me hard
while the howling brings
black hearts and blooms down.


~April 2017













  



Note: I have not only used Magaly's challenge, but a form she has invented, called Thinner Tanka. Classic tanka(in English) consists of 5 syllable-counted lines of 5-7-5-7-7. Her variation thins this down to 3-5-3-5-5, for a very crisp framework which I probably did not do justice to. I have chained my two wobbly attempts into one poem here.








Image: Frostburn, © joyannjones, March 2017
Moon Dog, 1975, © Rufino Tamayo, Fair use via wikiart.org 




16 comments:

  1. The invitation, in the second part of the poem, lifted my spirits. I know it's not a happy moment, but hearing the call makes me think that the relationship can be saved. Like a dear friend suggested, this year's "black hearts and blooms" might rot and drop, but there is always next year... if we all fight for it.

    I think your Thinned Tanka are wonderful. :-)

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    1. Thank you, dear Magaly. Your poem was so epically more than this, but I lay my poor offering down anyway. ;)

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  2. Moondog is such an intriguing name, and his bite is swift in this form, which I think fits well

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  3. I like the form very much and do think you have penned two very strong poems and I like how the meet on the page. The howling sounds apocalyptic. We're all gonna need hard holding if that comes.

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  4. Such dark, stark images here. I like the camaraderie and companionship that comes from "Come in now." It brings a ray of hope.

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  5. Such a potent howl of winter's wolves, teeth bared to spring.

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  6. This is deliciously dark! Kudos.

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  7. I LOVE Moondog, and the poem in equal measure. Love his black heart!!!!!

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  8. Well used expression of this form for the moondog's dark message

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  9. Moondog, what a wonderful image of those nights of steel that bring down the plants before they have grown..

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  10. I admire the staccato in each, like a moondog's bark. And for not playing, I like that you're playing poems in April, so far :) ~

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  11. Jaws of the jeremiad foaming at these two canines. This rends and leaves little behind but blood and spittle. Amen?

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  12. I love both of these, especially for their intensity, and they make a wonderful whole.

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  13. Oh my, I LOVE the painting of the moon dog! That is the coolest. Where did you ever find it?

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  14. Your style is so well suited to the subject and I think you do the format justice. I really love the way you do darkness.

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  15. Love you wrote for the form. Your poem definitely draws the perfect word picture for where we find ourselves with a blighted spring.

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg