Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
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Catherine defines plog as a poetry-blog (Alfred take note among others ) and begins with a 'snam suad' ("swimming of the sages") in entry: "Invalid Entry" I commented: This is what I found at the Seamus Heaney site: Int én bec ro léc feit do rinn guip glanbuidi fo-ceird faíd ós Loch Laíg, lon do chraíb charnbuidi 9th Century Irish What little I know of Irish: The first three lines end with words with short vowels. Lines 5-7 have í which is like the long English 'ee'. There was a comment about these verses being written in the margins ... which makes sense. William Carlos Williams was known for his short verse written on scraps of paper. I use a notepad and much of my verse tends to be shorter. If I had less paper, they would be shorter still. http://www.qub.ac.uk/schools/SeamusHeaneyCentreforPoetry/ Snowdrops Ice coats streets skate on feet old men sleep still dream time Snow flakes drop splat on rocks snowdrops pop chill green chimes © 2009 Kåre Enga [165.424] 2008-01-29 The prompt was "snow flakes drop/snow drops ...". Which lead to a snam suad. I best describe the rhyme scheme as: xxa, xxa, xxa, bcd; xxe, xxe, xxe, bcd. I do not use perfect rhyme ... too constricting. (And I used three words instead of a three syllable word as well.) However, notice in the Irish example that the last consonants are related: c/t/p and d/g/b (c is pronounced k). In English related consonants are: blah blah blah: My friend M has a possible job offer at Queen's University in Belfast. She's torn. She loves Ireland. If life does not improve here (and there is great potential that it will get better personally, but not financially) then she is gone. I had sushi yestereve after schnitzel for lunch. I'll never lose weight this way. I saw Skylar at The Break! I had met her at the same place a year ago and her kindness was one of the factors in my revisiting here. (Be careful of kindness ... it moves people.) I was wondering what had happened: Bozeman and nursing school. FINAL THOUGHT OF THE DAY: A comment I left in the blog of ShellySunshine : We sometimes think we are lost and lonely when truthfully we are merely on our own path. We all get there in our own time and in our own way. Montana: 33º at 10:20 11,259 |