The “Lannet” is a variant of the sonnet, as it consists of 14 lines. There is a strict syllable count of 10 per line. It has NO END-LINE RHYMING SCHEME. Only internal rhyme is allowed. There is no requirement of meter for a Lannet.
WALT’S LANNET LAMENT:
CHRISTMAS EVE AT NIGHT
I stand beneath the Northern Lights and smile
for in a while it’s time to go to work.
The elves and I refuse to shirk our chores.
Once I head out the doors of the stable
I’m able to see Christmas Eve at night.
And what a sight it is! From way up high
in the sky, I try to make note of things.
It brings me great joy that each girl and boy
await my arrival. The cities seem
so serene at night, they twinkle so bright
like land-bound stars might, if they were land-bound.
I look all around at the world’s beauty,
and when I finish my duty, I take
a break – a pause, for I am Santa Claus.
(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2018
& CAN IT BE A LANNET BY MARIE?
A (P)LANNET WITH NO END RHYME 😦
Does Lannet rhyme with planet, or away?
Okay, please chime in any time now … hear?
‘Cause dear, my word buffet is spilling crud,
And bloody well could ruin my Lan-NEIGH.
(See, LAN-net would not work as well up there,
For its wrong stress would smirk at me for life,
And I’d be rife with strife forevermore!)
Oh LAN-net, don’t you see what you have done?
You’ve ruined all my Sonnet end-rhyme f … joy!
(Hooboy, I almost blew it on that line,
benign though that faux pas would surely be.)
A Sonnet-wannabe, is this Lan-NEIGH!
Its WAY confusing diction drives me nuts.
To write with these restrictions took some g … nerve!
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
Coming in at number 13 in our random exploration of renowned poets is another repeat “contributor”. This is Maya Angelou’s beautiful treatise to love, “Touched by An Angel.”
Touched by An Angel, by Maya Angelou
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
We’ve all heard the phrase, “A picture paints a thousand words.” We as poets know this medium very well. And we know the artistic terms: Portrait, landscape, still life, seascape … Paint a picture in words. Pick an aspect of one of these terms and use it as your inspiration for your poem. Use it as part of your title. An example for one of my poems could be “Walt in Still Life.” “A Portrait of my Muse,” or, “Purple Mountain Majesty: A Landscape” are other ideas in this vein. So, set up your poetic easel and paint me a picture.
Life may be art, but
it’s still life. Don’t brush it off,
and don’t hang it up.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
MAN IN WATERCOLOR
Not outstanding by any means
he gleans some satisfaction
from the attraction. He gathers
his senses and mends the fences
he has left to decay. They say
he is faded. Jaded by life.
But this is his canvas.
He is rendered in soft colors,
muted pastel shades,
awash with the hues that
are his alone. He sees his flaws
even if others are unaware.
Others may stop and stare,
analyzing the amazing lifelike
reproduction sans heart.
Addition by reduction.
He calls it art.
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2018