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The Shadorma is a Spanish poetic form made up of a stanza of six lines (sestet) with no set rhyme scheme. It is a syllabic poem with a meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5. It can have many stanzas, as long as each follows the meter.



He stood tall
beside one so true.
It was him.
It was you.
He carried your torch longer.
It made him stronger.

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69 thoughts on “INFORM POET – SHADORMA

  1. William Preston on said:


    The few words
    in a shadorma
    are as rough
    as bean curd:
    their tenacious tenor tough;
    never pro forma.

  2. Connie Peters on said:

    The CPAP
    Warm, moist, rushing air
    Plastic mask
    Long, white hose
    So this is what breathing’s like
    Deeply, in and out

  3. Connie Peters on said:

    My new socks
    Pink, maroon, blue, gray
    Solids, stripes
    On my feet, making me smile
    Life’s simple pleasures

  4. Connie Peters on said:

    New normal
    Ever elusive
    A year comes
    And it goes
    I’m still not sure how it works.
    Though still searching for the path,
    I enjoy the trip.

  5. Great start, William, and Connie’s on a role! Woohoo!

    Gotta say, I’m hoping to hear from our Shadorma Queen, Paula Wanken! 😀

  6. Laundry Day

    Clean laundry
    So neatly folded
    In a pile
    Makes me think
    Of warm days, gentle breezes
    My mother’s clothes line

    Hung with the
    Details of our lives
    Dad’s blue shirts
    My patched shorts
    And the beautiful lacy
    Slips my mother wore

  7. Connie Peters on said:

    These are by Darlene Franklin who is still having computer problems.

    CJan 11 19 shadormas

    Iron core
    Brought me through dark times
    Years later
    I realized
    That too was a gift from God
    You were always there

    Crown that slid
    Down the child’s forehead
    Got twisted
    Into flesh
    Of the man who was the King
    Sacred crown of thorns

  8. Earl Parsons on said:

    Such Bull

    I would like
    To see a bull fight
    In Madrid
    But I can’t
    For I’ve never been to Spain
    But would like to go

  9. Earl Parsons on said:


    Cats are cool
    Much cooler than dogs
    They’re cleaner
    And smarter
    And happier when they have
    Their owners well trained

  10. Earl Parsons on said:


    Tried to mow the lawn
    Up in Maine
    In the rain
    But the heavy rain came down
    And Jimmy-John drowned

  11. Earl Parsons on said:


    Waiting at the Gate
    To welcome
    And loved ones they knew before
    And will forever

  12. Sun Art

    On the wall
    a series of dots
    danced and swayed
    like bubbles.
    Sun shone in, picked up objects
    displayed a light show.

  13. Earl Parsons on said:

    Life’s Home Run

    At the plate
    Still with wet diapers
    Eyes open
    Ears listen
    Life is just so innocent
    As we develop

    Then first base
    Time to leave the nest
    In the world
    On our own
    Of course, we’re invincible
    Life is our toadstool

    Then we run
    Safe on second base
    Older now
    Wiser too
    But still in the working class
    Moving with the crowd

    We see third
    Ahh, retirement
    What to do?
    Where to go?
    Can we afford to quit work?
    And what if we don’t?

    Almost there
    We can see home plate
    Our life run
    Almost done
    Time to look in the rearview
    Did we live it right?

    From diapers
    To life on our own
    Then the end
    Stares us down
    All in the blink of an eye
    Where did the time go?

    © 2019 Earl Parsons

  14. It’s a Greek to You

    My name is
    My dad’s dad
    was one too.
    Not Dionysus, wine god.
    My drink is ouzo.

  15. De-licioys Addiction

    hugely addicting.
    I would rant,
    but I can’t.
    They are luscious little dreams,
    like chocolate creams.

  16. Earl Parsons on said:


    Written words that flow
    From mind through fingers to page
    It’s how we escape

  17. Earl Parsons on said:

    Home Again

    Welcome back
    Poetic bloomings
    We missed you
    But thank you
    For resurrecting the blooms
    Our poetic home

  18. 353375

    an odd zip-code poem,
    a stanza
    of numbered
    lines that say where a poem
    has been or will go

    © Damon Dean, 2019

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