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The Shadorma form was brought to my attention through falling in love with De Jackson’s poetry. De is taken with the form, and utilizes it well.

This sextet (six-lined) poem is thought to have originated in Spain. It includes a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5.

Marie Elena’s Attempt

Yet, Lamenting the Need

As for me,
I find forgiveness
in the heart
of The One
who simply makes the promise,
then makes good on it.

The Other Guy’s Two-cents:


Falling leaves rise up;
dark billows.
Ash smolders
as autumn digs in her heels.
Leaves ablaze once more.

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38 thoughts on “IN-FORM POET: SHADORMA

  1. Simple and beautiful. Great example of the form.

  2. space
    (a shadorma)

    I don’t want to be the filler, if the void is solely yours. – Alanis Morissette

    I don’t want
    any more empty
    -ness; hearts pressed
    to hollow
    chest, breathing in silent will,
    cold helium hope.

  3. Hey, guys. Thanks so much for the sweet shout out. Thankful to Robert Lee Brewer for introducing me to this awesome form. LOVE both of your offerings.

  4. Working Mom

    “My only concern was to get home after a hard day’s work.” Rosa Parks

    Leaves before
    they wake; she works while
    dreaming of
    sweet laughter
    from tiny ones who greet her
    with a song of, “MOM!”

  5. I don’t usually write with many forms – Thanks for the challenge – and it WAS a challenge for me.

    A humble attempt:

    “Missing Summer”

    Lying sky
    empty of clouds and
    full of sun
    looks of warmth
    and heat, hiding deceit of
    blue skies in winter.

  6. This is my favorite form. Thanks!

    Coral Rose

    Coral colored rose
    in perfect
    petal form
    rises royally from the grave
    of its withered sisters,

    lowly subjects of
    new regime,
    Holding high its scalloped head,
    rose knows time is short.

  7. I have given this form a try here

  8. Even the Sunshine Hid

    Winter comes
    with bitter warnings.
    “Don’t eat that
    yellow snow.”
    Mother’s predictions of death
    froze me in my tracks.

  9. If only
    I could be sure that
    when I’m gone
    no regrets
    will cast a shadow of doubt
    over those I love.

  10. Glad to see some are coming out to play! Even nano and PAD challenges aren’t keeping you down. 😀 Great Shadormas!

  11. Memory Maker

    Fresh pasta
    cooking in the pot.
    Meatballs and
    sauce on stove.
    All remind me of Grandma.
    Joy in a mouthful!

  12. Come Sunset

    Come sunset
    crazy time
    reality twists and turns
    not a damn haiku

  13. Sort of Urgent

    It’s sort of
    like needing a pee
    but you can’t
    crawl over
    the knee of the passenger
    sleeping next to you

  14. or maybe I should have left it Here as well?

    Trick or Treat- (a shadorma)

    sweet carnage
    one quick jerk armed
    with a string
    small puncture
    unseen by the greedy eyed
    halfway home snatched

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  17. UNEXPECTED LIFE (a shadorma)

    I had been
    a caterpillar
    until the
    day I died.
    Which was really the birth of
    me: a butterfly.

    P. Wanken

  18. That was meant for Paula’s butterfly.

  19. Hairline Cracks
    (A Shadorma)

    Hairline cracks
    show up in concrete.
    It happens.
    Like a healing broken heart.
    It still has great strength.

    By Michael Grove

  20. Response

    Waiting for your
    response to my call
    since so long,
    Heart skips beats
    when mobile rings known tune but
    dead before take it.

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