“A quark is an elementary particle and a fundamental constituent of all matter. Quarks combine to form composite particles, the most stable of which are protons and neutrons which join to form hadrons, the heart of atomic nuclei.”
To a poet, words are our quarks, and when joined together they form elementary poetry. A HADRON is an untitled poetic form consisting of just twelve words. The fundamental of brevity is the key. It offers two random glimpses of complimentary thoughts, (the proton and neutron) to form our hadron poem. Created by Walt Wojtanik.
LINE 1: Use two words to set the subject.
LINE 2: Three words that relate directly to subject of LINE 1
LINE 3: two words completing the thought begun on LINE 2, describing it.
The next three lines convey a new thought related to the first in an abstract way:
LINE 4: Two descriptive rhyming words
LINE 5: One word setting up the action conveyed in
LINE 6.
No passion.
Empty hearts lacking
love’s backing.
Unfulfilled, chilled;
shaken,
not stirred
© Walt Wojtanik
Heavy burden.
Weights on shoulders
like boulders.
Aching, breaking;
quaking,
knees shaking.
© Walt Wojtanik
Race cars.
On track winners;
wheel spinners.
Inviting, exciting;
real
nail biting.
© Walt Wojtanik
Poets ponder
words to express;
to excess.
Daring pairings;
preparing
to rhyme.
© Walt Wojtanik
Responses
Hadron therapy:
accelerators unleash baryons
and mesons.
Blinking, shrinking,
cancer
jumps ship.
copyright 2014, William Preston
You nailed it though, I think and I like how your brought more science to the table with it…great work, William.
I am impressed, William.
Wow, William! This is so well done.
This is a tough form for me, Walt, but thanks for the challenge and the fine examples. I especially like the last one.
God’s missing?
Some have said
He’s dead.
yawning dawning
Day
Says No
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Nice one
Marvellous fun. I’m off to play and hope I don’t collide with anything.
(Poem w/image: http://lettheballoonssailmeaway.wordpress.com)
A wreath
Warmed in touch
Spells heart.
Blues too
Changed
to laughter.
how we all need that touch
Ahh… yes… ❤ Thank you, Darlene!!
This brings smiles. I love it.
Aww… I am so glad, William, Thank you 🙂 !!
Lovely, Hen!
Thank you, Sara!!
Very nice, Henrietta!
Thank you, Susan 🙂 !!
Distant friend
in dire trouble
help needed
instantly sympathy
flying
to her
so true
“instantly sympathy” could be a new definition of empathy. Love this.
Beautifully poetic, Viv!
Breaking walls.
Going beyond disturbances
Untether bonds.
Intending defending –
prisoned,
not enlightened.
how sad
Hearts collide
on predetermined course.
Powerful force
raising. Blazing,
dazing.
utterly amazing.
© Susan Schoeffield
how romantic
Thanks, Darlene. Turned out more romantic than when I started it. Nice when things work out that way.
Great use o9f rhyme!
Thanks, William.
How sweet, Susan. Almost broke through the black funk I am in.
Thanks, Sara. Sorry to hear about your “black funk.”
Creative thoughts
Imagination at work
Original ideas
Audible, improbable
Expanding
New plots.
imagination at work – we need a road sign
For me, this is a wonderful paean to the art of writing.
[…] Written for the 11/5/2014 prompt at Creative Bloomings “Inform Poets”. […]
[…] Shared at Creative Bloomings Inform Poet: Hadron. […]
Mother’s cup:
graduated with interruptions,
erupting disruptions;
bitter sitter
waiting
between sups.
—–
Mother’s cup,
graduated with interruptions,
abrupt disruptions,
banding expanding
between
each sup.
—–
A cup,
bitter with neglect,
turned icy;
chilled, unfulfilled;
full
yet empty.
(though I have just realized I pretty much knicked one of Walt’s lines in that last one. So sorry, Walt!)
These, especially the middle version, in my view, are superb examples of focussing feeling on a simple object.
These are excellent, Laura. Love that last one.
Memories made
begin to fade,
locked inside.
Distant, resistant;
she’s
still mine.
2014-11-05
P. Wanken
In Loving Memory of Grandma Grace,
and her husband who loved her to the end,
through Alzheimer’s Disease.
precious
Yes…
Beautiful brevity.
Suoerb; this combines sadness with poignancy and a kind of triumph.
Beautiful, Paula.
This piece deeply touched me, Paula. Lost my mom to dementia. What a wonderful poem.
For Michael
No words.
Nothing to say,
just silence.
Senseless, defenseless;
why?
Too young.
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This morning we got the terrible news that a boy in my son’s carpool, a young teenage boy, took his own life last night. He was an upbeat, friendly kid, who was really forward-looking. It was something totally unexpected, and we’ve all been blindsided by this. I don’t even know what else to say.
Oh, RJ… how terribly sad… we can never know what another human being might do, especially when there are no telltale signs 😦 !!
So sad…there’re too many stories like this. ♥
So sorry, RJ. I wish we had the gift of prescience, to stop such tragedies.
I often think that nobody knows the limits of words like a poet foes. This is a sad but effective example, when one with skills such as yours cannot find any.
How terrible, RJ. We never know what’s inside someone.
Walt, you pour these out with such seeming ease. . .
just your silent support means a lot. No “why” will ever suffice, from one who’s been there
Darlene, your words mean as much to me if not more. At one time I was able to comment more – time was less constraining. But I guess I’ve fallen into the category of “too many irons in the fire”. It makes it hard to ignore my work in such a way. But I do support each and every one of you extraordinary poets. My examples are merely a way to connect with each of you… to be a part of this garden we’ve built! We share some commonalities. My youngest daughter had a classmate succumb to the pressures of his young life a few years back. She (daughter) is still affected. And my oldest and I are thirty years apart and she will be thirty when six-oh comes to call! I appreciate your works (I appreciate all of your works, poets) Darlene. I hope they help in some small way. I’ll make an effort to be a little more responsive. I’ve been remiss on the Blooms and am foregoing them until after November’s challenges. Thank you. Walt.
Walt, thank you so very much.
Your examples were amazing, to me. I can always feel your support out there. This is not a good time for me, so I get it.
Holy God
Truth and mercy
Perfect balance
Steeple people
imperfect
Divine mirror
My daughter
Still lives within
Forever twenty-three
Death’s breath
Steals
Life unfulfilled
*This year my daughter would have been 30 to my 60, the “double” year, so for some reason I’ve been thinking of her a lot recently. First poem inspired by the theme of my Bible reading the last few days.
Blessings to you, Darlene.
I am very blessed, thank you, Henrietta
!! ❤
Poignant and affecting, Darlene.
Thank you, Hannah.
Beautifully done.
Thank you
Thinking of you, Darlene. Your poem beautifully expressed your emotions.
Thank you. I’m fine. I can’t imagine Jolene at 30. . .she’s my past, and my future, but not my now. 🙂
Walt – thank you for the expanded description of the prompt! I love short forms and found this to be challenging…but a good one! Way to go!
[…] Creative Bloomings- INFORM POETS – HADRON […]
Ochre moon
shines into kitchen
window frames
swift-slipping
clouds
pale-lit-trail.
Ochre moon
in indigo sky
suspended contrasting
cloud shroud
embraces
oyster’s pearl.
Cloud arms
a scarab beetle
holding treasure
yellow mellow
moon
night’s jewel.
Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2014
These’re three that I worked on in order…moon was the muse but each holds a slightly different flavor.
I see the moon with you. . .lovely
These are a wonderful meld of real and ethereal. I can pictures all three.
All are wonderful poems, Hannah.
Absolutely beautiful, Hannah. The second piece is particularly enchanting.
Thank you so much!
I love the form you’ve created, Walt and your description behind it…inventive and inspiring, thank you!
Beauty lost
gathered in stars
to shine
guiding, tiding
flame
of heart
Lovely; “starshine” comes to mind immediately.
Pink carnations
coloring the sky
for tomorrow
Illusions, delusions
knighting
the day
Wow. What a subtle yet pointed use of :knighting.”
I love this one, Priti.
Feeling blue
unable to shake
this nightmare
Fear, tears, Meneire’s
Walls
move
Hadron collider
incomprehensible research project
very expensive
bling thing
collided
with incredulity
This sounds like a comment on CERN. “Bling thing” is brilliant.
Rhymes usually enchant, but your fourth line brings chills. Very effective.
Did you mean that one for Purple in Portland? If so, I agree, and feel sympathetic (I’ve had it and it’s not pleasant)
Oh, yes you capture so well this awful condition, Sara. Sometimes I wonder if my sudden vertigo, tinnitus etc. are part of this…I hope it passes if this is nonfiction.
Thanks, Hannah. It is all too real.
I’m sorry to hear that, Sara.
😞
You’ve captured a difficult situation very well in this lovely poem, Sara.
You’ve captured a difficult situation very well in this lovely poem, Sara.
Sorry for the double post. Didn’t go where I expected it to go.
Thanks, Susan!
Happy fairies
Twinkle, Winkle, Sprinkle
Silken wings
Whirling, twirling
Fun
Lively dancing
Morning sun
Bright blue sky
Golden trees
Razzle dazzle
Autumn
Falling leaves