Summer’s Flame–a Huitain

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Summer’s sun, inflammatory
passions flare. Searing, scorching rays
spawn such words defamatory.
Tempers simmer, kindle a blaze,
destroy our now and yesterdays.
All through the night a cricket’s call
sparks passion in another way
so that our morning love heals all.

On Thursday, for dVerse Form for All, Gemma Wiseman guest-hosted with Gay Cannon and challenged us to write a huitain, a form comprised of eight lines, eight syllables per line with the rhyme scheme: a,b,a,b,b,c,b,c. I didn’t have time to write something new, so I’m posting a huitain in response to today’s Poetics challenge to write to the theme of SUMMER, offered by Karin Gustafson. I hope you’ll stop by and read some poetry and maybe dip back into the archives to learn about this interesting form.

Non Sequitur

Iron for Man Ray (Photo credit: Pickersgill Reef)

Allons-y! A little dip into the pool of avant-garde art, Da-Da, surrealism et n’import de quoi for our journey into the world of French culture as nous célébrons le Quatorze Juillet! Bring out les pétards!

Non-Sequitur

Breaking News,

English: PolyNeon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Circa 1920-something,
Paris, France:

BASTARD CHILD OF DADA
EMERGES
REVOLTING!

anti-art,
revolting.

ManRay had lunch today
with Reverdy.
“Create a juxtaposition
of two more or less distant
realities.”

Je t’aime.
Je t’en prie.
Je t’attends,
l’anarchie.
Mr. Magrite,
viens ici.

Breaking News,
Circa 2020-something,
wherever:

THIS WORLD IS STILL
CONTINUOUSLY
CONFUSING TO ME.

Join us at dVerse Poetics, hosted by la belle Manicddaily, Karin Gustafson. We will have fun!

Radical Surgery

A thoracic surgeon performs a mitral valve replacement at the Fitzsimons Army Medical Center. Slovenščina: Kirurgi med operacijo. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Radical Surgery
Octain

The day I diagnosed your treachery,
excised deception from my fragile life,
I cauterised my heart, scrubbed clean of strife.

How to assess what you have done to me?
the lies you told, emotions cold,
anesthetized my longing to be free.

I close the wound incised with your dull knife,
Debride my feelings of your treachery.

Written for today’s Poetics at dVerse Poets’ Pub in which we are asked by the incomparable Karin Gustafson to choose active verbs from one profession and apply them to a completely different scenario. I’ve chosen to use Luke Prater’s Octain form. Check out his site to learn more about it.

And…I suspect I’m not the only one out there who’s dated a sociopath?