Sijo Elucidated

 

Verse forms? Traditional line-count Korean verse? OK—listen: 

Kim Chee tastes very strong, but it’s not ours; it comes from Korea. 

It won’t accompany well the tastes of our food, and that’s fine. 

 

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The sijo (Korean 시조, pronounced SHEE-jo) is a traditional three-line Korean poetic form typically exploring cosmological, metaphysical, or pastoral themes. Organized both technically and thematically by line and syllable count, sijo are expected to be phrasal and lyrical, as they are first and foremost meant to be songs.

Sijo are written in three lines, each averaging 14-16 syllables for a total of 44-46 syllables. Each line is written in four groups of syllables that should be clearly differentiated from the other groups, yet still flow together as a single line. When written in English, sijo may be written in six lines, with each line containing two syllable groupings instead of four.

Mooncakes

 

That Chinese box
Your wares untasted
From whence arose
The lunar doom
Of my obsession.

Some oriental harmony
I never heard

Auspicious omen of prosperity
That passed me by
Like cloud shadow across moon
On a restless night
Long ago.

Your pale and autocratic beauty:
Moon over wall-gate in frontier
Long gone
Like life on a distant planet;
I am out of your orbit . . .

Still you circle
Serving others more worthy
Of your light.

I still love you, Mooncakes
Though I shall never taste you.

 

 


PROMPT #17: write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.

 

Skeltonic Tonic: Prompt 16


Skeltonic,
or tumbling, verse.
In this form, there’s no specific number of syllables per line, but each line should be short, and should aim to have two or three stressed syllables. And the lines should rhyme.

Have I been feverish? 

Glad you asked.

With this your silly soul

is tasked:

Virtue-signaling,

scowling, masked . . .

Lyrically, I’m quite

infected—

Poetically,

you’re unprotected.

Breathing in all that

fake news,

Alarmed by your own

progressive views,

your hysteria

is upsetting.

(God is absent

from your fretting.)

 

 

I Skeltonized a poem I had already written. I think I like the original better:

 

 

Poetic Protocols

 

To KAREN, who knows who she is

Have I been feverish?  Glad you asked.

Lyrically, I’m quite infected—

You, on the other hand, breathe fake news

Alarmed by your own progressive views.

With this your silly soul is tasked:

Poetically, you’re unprotected;

Virtue-signaling, scowling, masked . . .

Your hysteria is upsetting.

(God is absent from your fretting.)

 

 

Try to come up with
A daily April haiku
On Nature and stuff

 

 

 

 

Prompt #12, Limericked

Afrofuturism  (n.):

a movement in literature, music, art, etc., featuring futuristic or science fiction themes
which incorporate elements of Black history and culture

Afrania:

a Roman matron, who frequented the forum, forgetful of female decency.
(p. 58,  Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary)

Afrania, deficient in decency,
took her freak to a very high frequency.
Though not quite Cardi B,
she continues to be
the vile Roman, opposed to all quiescency.

Let’s compare and contrast: Maurice White
and his players took funk to the height
of all excellent altitude:
(Listen to Gratitude !)
Afrofuturism bright.

The perfection of Earth, Wind & Fire
shall continue to awe and inspire.
But in truth, all I see
in that foul Cardi B.
is a potty-mouth puta for hire.

In the end, Afrofuturist soul
Should consider its ultimate goal:
to alarm or inspire ?
Invite praise or satire
Of its cultural value, in whole . . .


PROMPT #12:

write a poem using at least one word/concept/idea from each of two specialty dictionaries: Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction.

NOTES for this prompt response:

  EWF alight from their pods in 2022 and squirm to hear Cardi B
  EWF perform flawless live set
  Cardi WAPS them with her fake fingernails
  Maurice White accuses her in falsetto
  Parliament Funkadelic originates the sound, it degenerates to beats like a dinosaur’s autonomic nervous system