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:
BURNT OFFERINGS
Billowing.
Falling leaves rise up;
dark billows.
Ash smolders
as autumn digs in her heels.
Leaves ablaze once more.
POETIC BLOOMINGS 
Simple and beautiful. Great example of the form.
Thanks, Lolamouse. 🙂 Hoping you are inspired to post one of your own.
meg
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.
I knew yours would be fantabulous, De!
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.
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!”
So very sweet and touching, Shannon. Love the quote from Rosa Parks as well. A mother is a mother is a mother.
meg
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.
Katie, this is EXCELLENT! I’d never know it was your first Shadorma. 🙂
meg
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,
November.
Holding high its scalloped head,
rose knows time is short.
Beautiful, Sara. Perhaps there is something in the coral color, but we have a coral rose with the same lot in life at this moment.
meg
Thank, Meg. Coral power!
I have given this form a try here
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.
Grinning ear-to-ear out here, Patricia!
meg
If only
I could be sure that
when I’m gone
no regrets
will cast a shadow of doubt
over those I love.
Wow. This is so much a part of our lives right now, Nancy. I suppose we all feel this to some extent. Well done.
meg
Excellent poem, Nancy!
Glad to see some are coming out to play! Even nano and PAD challenges aren’t keeping you down. 😀 Great Shadormas!
Memory Maker
Fresh pasta
cooking in the pot.
Meatballs and
sauce on stove.
All remind me of Grandma.
Joy in a mouthful!
I can smell it, Kelly! 🙂 Sure do miss Nonna’s meatballs, sauce, and pizza.
Bought some Ohio City pasta from the West Side Market in Cleveland…it is the closest I’ve ever tasted to my Grandma’s!
Come Sunset
Come sunset
hallucinations
crazy time
sundowning
reality twists and turns
not a damn haiku
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
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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UNEXPECTED LIFE (a shadorma)
I had been
a caterpillar
until the
day I died.
Which was really the birth of
me: a butterfly.
2011-11-04
P. Wanken
http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2011/11/02/true-worth/ I forgot to link mine here – as it filled two prompts in one!
True worth – Shadorma
“Poor and content is rich, and rich enough” W Shakespeare, Othello
Contentment
is a state of mind
fervently
to be wished.
Worth far more than ecstasy
or first bloom of love.
Contentment
was my goal throughout
all of my
working life.
Now that I’ve found poetry,
gladness will persist.
A sweet metamorphosis.
That was meant for Paula’s butterfly.
Thanks, ViV. 🙂
Hairline Cracks
(A Shadorma)
Hairline cracks
show up in concrete.
It happens.
Guaranteed.
Like a healing broken heart.
It still has great strength.
By Michael Grove
Another shadorma-I’m really getting into this form!
http://lolamousedroppings.blogspot.com/2011/11/free-fall.html
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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