Diminuendo

[crystalwizard]

We're having so much fun with this in Anything Goes! that I thought I'd start a thread for it over here.

Just to make sure everyone knows the rules for this form:

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1. The poem MUST be about nature in some way.
3. The poem MUST be only one stanza.
2. The stanza MUST have 5 lines AND each line MUST contain a specific number of syllables:

line 1: 5 syllables
line 2: 4 syllables
line 3: 3 syllables
line 4: 2 syllables
line 5: 1 syllable

The lines do not have to be separate sentences. The entire stanza may be one sentence, or it may contain several.

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I started to copy all the cool poems that everyone's posted in Anything Goes! but there are too many. I'll leave it to the individual authors to copy their stuff over to this thread.


I star

[Daniel]

<pasted from the original diminuedo thread>



Missing Her

Maple leaf dies slow,
bounces windblown.
Orange clown
like me---
lone.

Pebble

Pebble grips my palm,
pleads for escape.
Its splash laughs
on the
lake.

Night Love

Snow crowds our windows
while we make love.
Stars applaud
shadows
twined.

Birdsong

Crow tells a story
at each new dawn:
learned by night,
moonly
songs.



"Art is the celebration of the ego's destruction."
Daniel

[PaulMc]

<u>Suburban Creatures</u>

Suburban creatures
Red-tailed hawk
Rabbit, skunk
adapt
well.

-- Paul McNamee

My Writings
The Tales of Doran Coyle

[Swashbuckler]

Rain like cold bullets
guns down the heat;
sweltering
day is
done


(Also brought over from the original thread)

Steve Goble

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[BitterHermit]

Diminuato
what's in a name?
alas, naught
tree falls
heard?


Diminuendo?
shrinks poetic form
down to size
berries
dried


Exile of my own dull vice. . .

[Daniel]

That's a great one, Steve.

Glad you moved it to the new thread.


"Art is the celebration of the ego's destruction."
Daniel

[Frank]

The Almost Complete Diminuendos of Crazy Frank(Minus the Toilet Humor) Volume One

Thetitles I've added to these diminuendos arecheats,extra syllables thatestablish a context for the information that follows in each case. I wish I didn't need them but I'm greedy, my vocabulary, inefficient. Until I saw others using titles for their's, I couldn't fit any of my ideas into this form, so thank youto the others for opening up that lane and allowing me to sneak in.

Gravity
Pirouetting by
invisible
hands, Newton
figured
out.


Sun Worship
He warms many worlds,
living and non,
Helios
we call
him.

Hartmann's Theorem
Selena, she's called.
Silent, serene.
But she was
born in
fire.


What Huygens Found
Titan, they call her.
Hydrocarbons
shroud her, but
beneath,
lakes.


Cassini's Surprise
Enceladus vents!
Her ice can melt
even in
feable
light.

Deep Field
The sky is deeper,
Hubble revealed,
more so than
ever
thought.


Pluto's Fate
Changed designation?
She answers not
to science
naming
whims.

Tongues of Flame
The fire remarks with
crackles and sparks,
untamed in
gathered
dark.

Starburst
The winds from the Sun,
made from pieces
of himself,
blow by
us.


Trifid Nebula
New worlds fill her clouds
while we, into
unconceived
vastness,
stare.

Spiral Dance
Star clouds, large, small, in
Magellanic
Precession,
gyre and
whirl.

A Day At The Beach
The scent of ocean
tides on my skin
brings a smile
to my
face.


Chasing Antipodal
At sunset, turn away
watch a shadow
rolling in:
it is
Earth's.

HikingBryce Canyon
There, among rock spyres,
a sweet desert
miracle:
maple
tree.

A Day In The Park
Yosemite falls,
El Capitan,
Eagle Peak,
Half Dome,
Camp.


Getting The Shot
The Photographer,
precarious,
uncapped his
lens, and
fell.

The Flood
She guards the Nile, still.
They called her Bast.
She looks South,
greeting
surge.

Giza
The Resurrection
Machine of the
Pharoah to
Heaven
points.


Pompeii
Amphitheatres
they still attend,
to watch the
digs as
ghosts.

The River
Time attends throughout
the slowness of
her art as
she carves
life.


Call and Response
Burst open in white
magnolia
announces:
I live!
You?

Swallowed Whole
Taciturn is the
Dragon at the
tectonic
heart of
Earth.

The Enemy Within
I am the beast that
beats in your breast.
Draw me out
at spear
point.

Spite
It's the indifference
of the cosmos
that beckons
us to
spree.

Perspective
The coming eons
will laugh at our
distractions
as we
can't.

Ohm
I am one with the
universe, but
here/now keeps
splitting
us.

Supernovae
In bright final throes
their explosions
seed other
systems,
new.


Solstice
Predecessor to
Celts stood mid-Henge,
arms raised to
greet the
sun.

Burial Mound
They placed him center,
West-faced, beneath
stone-flagged peak,
nameless
King.

Hiroshima
Manhattan nightmare
Oppenheimer
dreamt,eclipsed
Rising
Sun.

Nova
Outshining nearby
stars combined, gives
his heart in
a flash,
dies.

Outrunning Entropy
She stayed, studied sun
death, transmitting
solutions
to her
race.


The Great Gulf War
The gunner prayed his
shots would strike, the
enemy was
parsecs
on.

The Gulf of Space
The navigator
prayed, plots off, they'd
fly to the
end of
time.

Sky Myth
Outshining all, his
blade swung like a
pendulum
among
stars.


Trick Or Treat
The spark in her eye,
oddly placed, unmasked
origins
alien,
strange.

Strange Bedfellows
She held him with green
eyes,fantasy
come to life,
then ate
him.


Things Are Tough All Over
The hologram glitched
and lost the sale,
low light years!
sign sagged,
starved.

Only Human
"You cheated!" "Silly,
aliens don't
count." her heads
spumed and
frothed.

[BarbT]

My three transplants.





Autumn leaf beauty
brings my heart joy.
Forgetting
coming
cold.



Livestock on hillside.
Not cudding cows,
not bovine;
ovine.
Sheep.


Earthward
The silence you can't
hear between stars,
the vastness,
drives you
home.

[Swashbuckler]

Thanks, Daniel. I'm working on a calendar's worth of haiku -- one for each month -- and now I'm thinking I might try the notion in this form as well.

I'm still leaning toward 'Night Love' as my favorite of your offerings -- I think it rocks. All of yours are excellent, though, really pushing the form.

Steve Goble

Visit my blog, Swords Against Boredom, for news on published fiction and upcoming stories.

[Daniel]

I'm still leaning toward "Night Love" as my favorite of your offerings -- I think it rocks. All of yours are excellent, though, really pushing the form.


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Thanks, I appreciate the compliment.

Do keep in mind, I'm an old hand at lyric forms, Steve. My diminuendos are just resketches of themes I've done or tried to do a zillion times; the only thing new for me was the diminuendo form.

The offerings here by members-at-large are sprited and very accomplished. I've enjoyed reading them all; I think that it is a remarkable set of poems in a new form by artists who by and large study prose and consider themselves prose writers.

And kudos to CW for her discovery!!!! I credit the diminuendo and its creator with getting me up off my lazy butt and into writing poetry again!

And I expect to see many diminuendos published, especially in SF poetry venues. remember, short forms are always in demand by editors and can be tucked in at the "last minute" so to speak. One of many, many virtues of short offerings in any genre.

CW and I are also on course to have the diminuendo profiled in Poet's Forum Magazine.

So, quite a christening we have all bestowed upon CW's new poetic form!








"Art is the celebration of the ego's destruction."
Daniel

[Frank]

She Is
the best poem I've
ever read and my
fav'rite song,
all at
once.

Living Art
She's as though carved by
Rodin, painted
by Rembrandt,
my eyes
glaze.

Her Lips
Slightly parted, so
inviting, so
willing, like
prayers to
Love.

[BarbT]

Blood-cries from less-than
men, circled 'round
secret sin.
Pit Bull
dies.


Edited. Thanks again, Daniel.

[Daniel]

Wow!

Barb, that is excellent. Gave me a shiver.

One question: is "blood cries" meant to be "blood-cries" here?

Is it that their blood (the less-than-men) is crying? Or that the less-than-men are crying out for blood, as in blood sport?

If the latter, would hyphenating the words to make "cries" more obviously a noun help at all? I'm working on 4 hrs sleep here! (kids up *early*) so I could be way off base. Or off-base, as it were. [img]/emoticons/lol.gif[/img]

Kudos on another fine diminuendo!











"Art is the celebration of the ego's destruction."
Daniel

[BarbT]

[img]/emoticons/blush.gif[/img] Oops! [img]/emoticons/blush.gif[/img] Thanks, Daniel! Although blood crying (as in showering in copious quantities) from the less-than men is an appealing thought, it's not what I meant.


Repair imminent.


-Barb

[Daniel]

No need to blush, Barb! I was just worried I was sticking my nose in where it didn't belong!

It's a really effective diminuendo. Thanks for posting it!


"Art is the celebration of the ego's destruction."
Daniel

[Daniel]

Her Lips
Slightly parted, so
inviting, so
willing, like
prayers to
Love.

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Nice. Interesting shift in tone from your previous efforts!

I think your SF-nal diminuendos, Frank, are more SF-nal than 99% of the SF poetry (and some of the fiction!) that's published in a few of the well-known venues.

A compelling set, for sure.





"Art is the celebration of the ego's destruction."
Daniel

[Daniel]

Paper Stars

My daughter's stars of
colored paper,
beam brighter
than real
stars.


Christmas Eve


We drove past a field---
where six deer stood
circled like
holy
men.


Firefly


Strobes luciferin
light, glows in flight---
sweeps the moon---
yellow-
bright.
Moon Fall

Moon drops from the sky:
a silver coin
in the sea's
palm---buys
dawn.




















"Art is the celebration of the ego's destruction."
Daniel

[BarbT]

Lovely, all! I hope you save 'Paper Stars' with your daughter's childhood memorabilia so she can read it when she's older.

-Barb

[crystalwizard]

I absolutely love Moon Fall!

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[Frank]

Nice set, Dan. I like Moon Fall especially. And thank you kindly for your comments on mine.

Barb good execution (sorry for the pun) on that one and you didn't even need a title! I can't do one without it...

How about a foot fetish one:

I worship at the
alter of her
perfect feet
for one
touch.

or is that getting too kinky and stretching the rule on these being in some way about nature?

[crystalwizard]

Frank said...

or is that getting too kinky and stretching the rule on these being in some way about nature?

Both.

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[New Writer]

Lightning from the sky
Aim true, home dark
Power gone
People
Cry

[BarbT]

Question for CW: Titles - should all Diminuendo have them? If so, should they be entirely separate from the poem, or is it okay for them to function as an introductory sixth line?

-Barb

[Daniel]

Thanks Barb, CW, and Frank!

I will keep 'Paper Stars' for my daughter. I'll probably let her know about it right away as well. She already likes poetry a lot even thought she cannot yet read.

BTW, I liked Frank's 'foot fetish' poem. I mean, maybe he's talking about Mother Nature here, after-all [img]/emoticons/wink.gif[/img]


"Art is the celebration of the ego's destruction."
Daniel

[BitterHermit]

[quote]

Daniel said...
Paper Stars

My daughter's stars of
colored paper,
beam brighter
than real [img]/emoticons/jumpin.gif[/img] GREAT enjambment! [img]/emoticons/jumpin.gif[/img]
stars.

Exile of my own dull vice. . .