Balagan, or: *Sigh*

My 1st Cadralor

In the form of 5 Kimos

countless Russian and English children's books;
last week's newspaper; a child's
fairy robe on the couch

nearly to the ceiling, six shelves, volumes
of Jewish texts; mementos;
tchotchkes; toys; games; clutter

including chairs, one-third of the room for 
the wooden table, strewn with 
laptop; wires; watch; hot mug

three framed jigsaw puzzles; horizontal
bookshelf; a light switch; framed text 
from Proverbs on the walls

the overweight, bearded poet in green
pajamas surveys the mess;
hesitates to publish

d’Verse

Thursday’s d’Verse prompt was to try our hands at writing cadralors.


Cadralor

The cadralor is a poem of 5, unrelated, numbered stanzaic images, each of which can stand alone as a poem, is fewer than 10 lines, and ideally constrains all stanzas to the same number of lines. Imagery is crucial to cadralor: each stanza should be a whole, imagist poem, almost like a scene from a film, or a photograph. The fifth stanza acts as the crucible, alchemically pulling the unrelated stanzas together…


Kimo

The kimo shares much in common with the haiku: it appears in three lines, making it a tristich, with each line following a diminishing pattern:

  1. Ten syllables
  2. Seven syllables
  3. Six syllables

Each of these lines are unrhymed.

The kimo often deals with a static image, a single moment in which there is no movement. Along with its brief nature, this makes it an excellent form to reflect on or celebrate a particular instance.

54 thoughts on “Balagan, or: *Sigh*”

  1. I really like the way this poem uses not one but two forms and makes them disappear under its message and medium. That’s difficult to do, and I take my hat off to you. I also loved the warmth and life and sense of past building present that these brief phrases display in such abundance. A pure pleasure to read.

  2. This is deeply deeply poignant! I could feel the hesitation in the fifth stanza .. you describe the conflict which every writer goes through so well here. Hit publish, you are the best πŸ’πŸ’

  3. “Get out of my psychosis” came to mind, as if you were describing my surroundings and delay. What a wonderfully descriptive and present poem.

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