I’ve found an amazing group of poets at Carrot Ranch.com where every third Monday of the month, I host the Double Ennead Challenge as a guest at the Saddle Up Saloon.
Follow the link to the challenge…
What’s a double ennead? The Double Ennead comprises five lines with a syllable count of 6/5/11/6/5, (33 SYLLABLES per stanza) 3 STANZAS EACH = 99 SYLLABLES, NO MORE, NO LESS! Punctuation and rhyme schemes are optional and up to the poet.
This month, I asked the poets to play with end rhyme schemes. If that was something they weren’t into, I asked them to share a magical experience with their double Ennead poem.
Here are the poems from the April 19th, 2021 challenge:
"Pieces" (English quintain rhyme scheme of ABABB) Life may fall to pieces, Scene when curtains fall, Creased pages that chronicle your life’s thesis Tell a tale of downfall, And none to enthrall. Life’s lesson in a guise, Little joys unnamed, Laugh at the darkness before the bright sunrise Spreading a cheer untamed, Firing dreams unchained. Life lets salty tears dance, Swirled in its whirlwind, Mired with its dust, sadness leaves you in a trance Hope surges you unpinned, Life’s joys unchagrined. ©TheIndieShe
"Animal Magnetism?" The neighbor’s dogs are not The problem, though they Pause, and bark; the boundary, they do not cross The cat thinks he’s the boss Of all that he sees Twice the orange cat Within the last two days, Has left personal ‘presents’ of his presence I return this ‘essence’ Of claim on my space Once he offered a mouse; A gift, not quite dead Where did he find the little pure white creature? Cat face, a smug feature, Now he flees from me! ©Jules Pens Some Gems
"Comedy Poetry" Comedy Poetry may contain some pun Like bears with computers .. hairy reasoners These things can be fun But beauty is lost Beautiful poetry Has great imagery The sound of the creek to the rustle of leaves I am loving the trees Yawning through verses Middle ground can be found Great minds are employed Laughter and solace filling stanza and verse Are equally enjoyed Till green monkeys sing ©Mr. Oh's Sideway View (left in comments)
"When the Night Disappears" The songbird croons and hums expressing an ache for the waning night from the depth of her soul as she glides to the hole at the break of dawn. The rose shrinks its petals and clings close to leaves holding on to the last traces of the night. blushing at dawn’s bright light, dew oozing to stem. The boy pretends and squints, hiding in his quilt, eventually, he picks up his school bag and adjusts his class tag, walks the sunny path. ©Call2Read
"Meaning of Peace" Tiptoeing ‘round the house at its most quiet, everyone asleep during those lonely hours, should have been peaceful, yet it stirred emptiness I have gnawing fears too like everyone else, getting older, the future, to name a few, cramped thoughts that could cripple giving no freedom What does peace mean to me has transformed with age, lately it has been accepting weaknesses, one day make peace with them no longer a foe ©Nature Whispering
"Guardian Angel" on that cloudy morning almost time for school the weatherman said possible rain wind and the temp was very cool please put on your coats I opened the door and there perched on the gate the whitest bird, a dove, a sign of spirit the dove sat still and calm my son climbed the grate I took a quick photo the dove never moved the wonder stayed with me, is this the angel who protects? I approve guardian angel ©Ruth Scribbles
The soul of the Chess board, The unwitting Pawns Unique arrangement will prevail or call quits. In this battle of wits; Overlook them not. Unpredictable are, Both Bishops and Knights, Whilst stoic, Castles merely hold defence lines. But, King’s capture defines; The end of the game. The expendable Pawn, Powerless alone Can excel when working as a team, that’s keen. One may well become Queen; The most potent piece. ©Laura McHarrie - The Hidden Edge
"Quirky Ideas" Every once in a while, Tis good to ad-lib, To go with the flow, improvise, on the hoof. With no burden of proof, Ideas become. Cast not at this first stage, Doubt on the thinking, As all proffers may have some validity. Given lucidity, Brilliance unveils. When inspiration dries, Feel free to critique, Justify pros; credibility impeach. Such is the life of each … Quirky idea. ©Laura McHarrie - The Hidden Edge
Many thanks to everyone who participated in this challenge. Writing poetry makes us better writers!
I’ll be back at the Saloon, on Monday, May 117th! What are you waiting for? Join in and get your poetry on!