Lambi's scratch-pad

[Sibling Lambicus the Toluous]

Most of my "writing" tends to be technical, so I figured I'd give the other parts of my brain some cobweb removal.

I've been reading a bit about the cinquain; here's my first attempt.

Sunday Service

Daybreak
Electric calm
Through the trailer village
Rumbling beasts shake off the night's dew
Race day

[goat starer]

I dont
mean to be rude
but a part of me thought
that your first Cinquain poem was
Crap-sey

 

PS. before i get any critiscism for my critiscism you should read the link in Lambis post.....

[Sibling Chatty]

I laughed, loudly.

Thank all the Gods for a good poetry teacher years ago. I can't write it, but I recognize styles.

And Lambi, that was very, very well done.

[The Meromorph]

I liked it.
A lot.

[Sibling Lambicus the Toluous]

Thanks, guys.

This was rattling around in my head.  I had to get it out:



The Conscientous Objector
(To his firing squad - after In Flanders Fields by John McCrae)

The endless crosses mark our place;
On mine and yours we see no trace
Of difference; and in the sky
The larks, just like before, still fly
Though now the guns are gone below.

We lay as one.  In ages gone,
We lived, we loved, knew right from wrong,
Died for a cause, though yours and mine
Were not the same.

We had no quarrel with the foe,
But you, at King's command did go
to kill and die; I would not take
Of life, but freely give my stake;
And so it was: by you, comrades,
Who lay with me.