The Pathya Vat is a Cambodian verse form, consisting of four lines of four syllables each, where lines two and three rhyme. When a poem consists of more than one stanza, the last line of the previous stanza rhymes with the second and third lines of the following one.
SARA’S ATTEMPT:
Sorry for my late post. Flight issues.
GOING HOME
Home to Portland
A fight delay
on ground, dismayed.
Six hour journey–
suddenly nine.
Fetch a gurney.
Salt Lake City–
need to refuel,
second landing,
I’ve blown my cool,
look like a ghoul.
Home? Three a.m.
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WALT’S ATTEMPT:
CLOCKWATCHER
I watch the time.
I’m not obsessed,
I do my best
to stay in sync.
Minutes fly past
and you would think
that it would stink
to show up late.
Yet, still I watch,
the time and date,
that’s just my fate,
I watch the time!
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
POETIC BLOOMINGS 
Responses
Walt, thank-you for your excellent clarification of this form:)
You are most welcome, JR. It’s a great little form, and other than the rhyme scheme on multiple stanzas, it has very few restrictions.
Hope For All
The day is young
And so, its hope
Whereby we cope
…God in control
Press onward then
Toward the goal
Where only soul
Can access Heav’n
We, sinners all
Can be forgiv’n
The Lord is ris’n
His death bought life
Press onward then
Time’s joy and strife
Runs raw and rife
Until we die
This day is young
And you and I
Beneath its sky
Are not alone
Rejoice in this;
Love’s gift of grace
A resting place
Where fear would reign
Press onward then
Through grief and pain
Toward the gain
Eye cannot see
The love of God
Abides, full-free
Eternity
Waits to explain
You’ve nailed the form, Janet! And I always enjoy your affirmations, they are a comfort!
A powerful last stanza!
AMEN!
AMEN!! Beautifully penned truth. I am especially drawn to:
Rejoice in this;
Love’s gift of grace
A resting place
Where fear would reign
Wow.
I like this very much. Excellent subject and presentation.
CONSIDER THE FELINE, FRUMINOUSLY
I have a cat
who sleeps all day
except to say,
“I want my food.”
This dumb creature
upsets my mood
and makes me brood
and sometimes scowl,
for when I hear
her screeching howl
I grit my jowl;
I grab her bowl
and fill it, quick!
And yet, my soul
seems hale and whole
when my cat purrs.
lol! the secret power of cats perfectly poeticized:)
you make me smile…and purr
Perfection. A good giggle, too.
Being one who loves cats and poetry. I am pleased to read this feline poem that excellently presents both!
Cute poem, true to form. And there’s a cat! Well done, Will!
HA! Nailed it! 😀
How sweet, William. Everyone we visited in NY, has two cats. (Sara)
⛈ Here’s a little bit of thunder for you!
Thunder’s Middle Voice
Those black crow clouds
Just keep rolling,
Building, boiling,
Then pouring scorn.
Our summer storms
Are whiskey warm,
Like peppercorns’
Heat wakening.
We wait, listen,
For the lightning,
Thunder’s frightening
Torn middle voice.
One of the reasons your poems are so good is your precise choice of words: “whiskey warm,” “torn middle voice,” to name two examples in this poem.
Thank you! I’m delighted to know you enjoyed it.
I agree with the flash poet guy! Your selections and construction are near perfection! I love this!
ABSOLUTELY! A true poet, and it seems to come so naturally. Wonderful work as always, Misk!
Thank you very much, Walt. This quite a fun little form.
Wow. I think this is a masterpiece.
Wonderful use of this form, Misk. Love, ‘whiskey warm.’
Thank you!
DON’T WASTE YOUR TIME
Do not question
why skies are blue.
I’m telling you:
Don’t even ask.
Take in the scene
as long it lasts
across the vast
of Heaven’s floor.
Appreciate
his gifts galore
and thank the Lord
Who stilled the sky.
Enjoy the blue.
No need for why,
just softly sigh.
And say, God’s great!
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Every stanza is a pearl dangling from the previous one. Really lovely.
And conversely, I agree with the lady with the dangling pearls! I am so glad you’re back amongst us Salvatore! You add class, grace and a great spirit! And yes, God is great!
Amen, Sal. Amen.
I knew you’d show sooner than later, Sara. Sorry for your mis-adventure. Wonderland would have been less of a bother, eh? 😉
But this was a great poem.
Thanks, CH. Had I been in Wonderland for the amount of time in the car and plane, I’d be ecstatic.
Nap Interrupted
I took a nap
this afternoon,
and woke too soon.
I was a grump.
The day was fine,
but for the bump.
Felt like a lump.
Like in a dream.
I moved forward,
building up steam
and joined the team.
Let me sleep, please.
This piece feels like awakening from sleep. Wonderful.
Waking from a nap is hard enough on your own. Good one, Connie.
I hate “Nappus Interuptus” but I love your poem, Connie!
LOL! Me too, and I love your “nappus interuptus” too! 😀
This stark piece feels like senryu. Much power in a small space.
Thank you sir!
Economy of words is powerful in this, Marie.
Thank you Sara!
Oh my, poor Sara! I am NOT a “plane” type of person. I’ve only been on an airplane 3 times in my life. I just might keep it that way. 😉 Great little poem, especially for being exhausted. Get some rest!
Walt, what fine example you’ve placed before us … as usual!
And you flatter me… as usual! But thank you, you are a good judge of character! 😉
And you’re definitely a character! 😀
You are not missing anything remotely good, by not flying.
BRIEF ISN’T THE HALF OF IT
Four syllables,
imagine that:
a Pathya Vat!
The poem’s done.
*gigglegiggle* Smarty pants! 😀
Well, aren’t we clever!
He Said It So
He said it so
Believe I do
How about you
What do you say
Be not afraid
This is His day
He gives this day
To you and me
To worship Him
The unseen God
Some call this odd
No proof He is
But I see Him
In all that is
For all is His
Including me
His gift is love
His grace will be
What sets us free
He broke our chains
My soul revived
Life fully changed
My heart He reigns
Eternally
You too can have
Eternity
Eternally
With Him on high
Believe in Him
Before you die
One day you’ll fly
He said it so
© Earl Parsons
Amen.
Breakfast Lament
I have no milk
For cereal
This is unreal
What will I do
I have no cow
No cute moo-moo
Will I boo-hoo
Over spilt milk
How can I cry
I have no milk
It can’t be spilt
If I have none
Oh no, no eggs
Not even one
This is no fun
Hungry I am
I’ll look again
No bacon and
No slice of ham
Or tator tots
Guess I am doomed
To fill my pot
With Dip’n’Dots
Breakfast is done
© Earl Parsons
HA! Cute one! “no cute moo-moo” 😀
This is so much fun to read, Earl. It is like a Dr. Seuss book! (Sara)
Ben Says
To gain a friend,
a new someone,
just anyone,
Take a favor.
It matters not
what’s your flavor,
what you savor.
Just let it be.
Just let it in
and you will see.
It’s so easy
to gain a friend.
“Ben says” makes me wonder what I am missing here.
Winston Nhat Hanh
Listen for a
mindfulness bell.
Your lungs will swell,
In time you’ll tell.
If you think you’re
going through hell,
then mind me well,
just keep going.
Oh wow. Powerful stuff here, my friend. So much said in so few words … my favorite type of poetry.
Ooh! Good one, Daniel. (Sara)
Practicing
Meditation:
A choice that’s great,
better than hate.
Don’t you think so?
Allow sadness,
go with the flow,
let worry go,
simple as that.
Forgive yourself.
Sit on your mat,
Zen Bureacrat.
Just mind your breath.
Nice!
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I posted this for Sunday’s “winning and losing” prompt, as well…
If you want to see a picture accompanying this poem, go here: https://whenwordsescape.wordpress.com/2016/06/24/winning-at-life/
WINNING AT LIFE
Morning glory
leaves me feeling
hopeful; kneeling,
I ask for grace.
Full of love He
turns to my face…
here, in this place
you seek, I give
grace and mercy.
You’ve learned to live
My heart, your sieve–
and peace remains.
A wonderful (and multi-functional) poem, Paula. That peace remains is a saving grace!
Oh, Paula … among your most lovely ever, IMHO. Thank you for this!