FLOWERS FOR MAIDS THREE – NaPoWriMo, 2016 – Day 8 – a poem celebrating flowers

Three maids

Flowers For Maids Three

For Janelle

Flowers for maids three,
(One the bride to be.)
Wild grasses and anemone,
Headband bespoke Frida Kahlo,
No set design you chose
For those dresses of white.

This huge leap to take,
But never let your bouquet fall.
Photographs at the skater rink
Up, up, a tall couple jump tall.

Three little girls who carried baskets
Flowers to spread on the way,
One tossing petals, then gathering pebbles;
Orange, magenta and blue:
Flower embroidered  their dresses.

They are the next generation
Flowers, flowers, flowers all
Each one to a flower looking gorgeous
The big girls carried wild grasses and anemone;
The little girls, petals of all sorts.

Benita H. Kape © 8.4.2016

Three little girls (c)

And now, for our prompt (optional, as always). It’s Friday, and writing poems isn’t easy! So let’s give ourselves a break with a simple prompt today. Poets have been writing about flowers since, oh, the dawn of time. So today, I challenge you to add your own poem to this long tradition, by finding a flower, and versifying in its honor.


Viva la Poets: NaPoWriMo, 2016 – Day 7 – Tritina

Viva la Poets, One & Many Tritina Song

Will this be my tritina song?
No reason it should not work.
Rhythm & rhyme, song in good voice.

The melody, the thought, the chord, the voice,
By the end of the day, a poem a song.
A practice, a praise to all poets’ work.

In the new world, the old world, they work,
Geography and accent, a planets’ voice.
Elation as one, then all, join with the poets in song.

Man as beast work, birds sing, small voice in song.

Benita H. Kape © 7.4.2016

Our (optional) prompt for Day Seven comes to us from Gloria Gonsalves, who challenges us all to write a tritina. The tritina is a shorter cousin to the sestina, involving three, three-line stanzas, and a final concluding line. Three “end words” are used to conclude the lines of each stanza, in a set pattern of ABC, CAB, BCA, and all three end words appear together in the final line.

p.s. “late” but sometimes I want to cry when it happens. love to all my fellow poets.