white kettle hisses
as fading yellow leaves fall-
owl hoots are lost in moth's wings-
wind whistles long refrain-
rose bush slumps, hushing chickadees-
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form. The elements of the Wayra are:
1.a pentastich, a poem in 5 lines.
2.syllabic, 5-7-7-6-8
3.unrhymed.
Additional challenge is to incorporate onomatopoeia (sounds) in the wayra poem. Thanks for the visits and comments.
I love the scene... the kettle is such a warming part of the poem and seems to be needed in late fall.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeously worded, Grace! I especially love the image of "rose bush slumps." Autumn sings loud and clear in your words.. sigh 💝💝
ReplyDeleteI love the kettle and this line--
ReplyDelete"owl hoots are lost in moth's wings-" 💙
Very nice, Grace. I particularly like the final line here.
ReplyDeleteHa! delightful...a moving snapshot as events unfold..with the delicate owl hoots carried...
ReplyDeleteI love owls hoots lost in moths wings
ReplyDeleteYep. Owl hoots are lost in moth wings is just gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I dig the owl hoots, too, but for me the slumping rosebush says it all....
ReplyDelete"wind whistles long refrain."
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery Grace 💕☺️ I like this form
ReplyDeleteReading this wayra, I found myself pausing on each line, lingering on the turns of phrase and imagery: not many poems can achieve that depth of mystery. This one certainly did, Grace. A privilege to read.
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ReplyDeleteGreat opening line. You have captured a moment in Autumn.
ReplyDeleteAutumn gently bowing out.
ReplyDeletesuch gentle sounds weaved eloquently, Grace. this line made me smile - owl hoots are lost in moth's wings-
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely - beautiful images evoking the time of year.
ReplyDeleteSoul soothing.
ReplyDeleteWhat a glorious scene you have painted!
ReplyDeleteIt's a contest here whether sight or sound will carry the day, and in the end, they both win to give this poem a vibrant reality. Love the haiku-like feel to it, too. Thanks so much for finding this form for us, Grace.
ReplyDeleteowl hoots lost in moth's wings--wonderful!
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ReplyDeleteMUCH❤LOVE
What an evocative series of images - I can imagine how it feels to be there. Suzanne - (wordpress blog) Mapping Uncertainty
ReplyDeleteFrom word one through last word, I felt the movement, color and sound in your poem. Lovely, Grace.
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