12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice

• Week 51 • Soun •

Strange last thoughts i have as the world ends

faces turned skyward
signal
no remorse

she left you alone
waiting
discarded

sunsets of fire
ignite
paradise

sunshine cat leaps
swallows
dive earthward

honour burrowed deep
flashburn
glass desert

sallow gerberas
cheap vase
corked red wine

retinal echoes
starburst
conflagrate

she left you alone
brevity
our lives meet

The soun has eluded and, at this late, late stage in the challenge – dare I even say it! – I fear it has bested me.
I have not been able to locate a clear or concise description or example of a soun. Good old Google believes I’ve made a typo and throws up ‘sound poetry’, even when I politely tell it otherwise.
Word of mouth tells me that a soun is an avante garde form of haiku – an idea I’m really drawn to. If anyone can help, please tweet me!
In the meantime, this, while not particularly avante garde by any stretch of the imagination, is what I have to offer as my third last poem of the poetry challenge.

Tell me wotcha reckon

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Information

This entry was posted on December 29, 2012 by in Poetic forms, Soun and tagged , , , , , , , , .

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 1,100 other followers

clairevetica

poems, prose and pathways

Dasha Maiorova

Writer | Artist

A Ciência em tudo

Fatos e Curiosidades sobre a natureza e tecnologia

James Radcliffe

Meditations on Art and Life

LIBERO SLANCIO

"per l' allegria il pianeta nostro è poco attrezzato. Bisogna strappare la gioia ai giorni futuri "

the poet's billow

a resource for moving poetry

Two Twitch A Tale

Linking collage work to the meaning of personal and universal symbols.

At Home in Florence: Italian Renovations

This is my adventurous story about buying, designing, and renovating homes in ITALY

%d bloggers like this: