My 2nd Cadralor
In the form of 5 Kimos
the friction creates heat; sulfur ignites;
wicks darken, bursting aflame;
ancient words recited
song fills the sanctuary, welcoming
a bride, eternal, gifted
to the generations
feet filing out onto the street amidst
friendly banter, dispersing;
cars remain parked outside
arousing aromas wafting; lentil
soup, turmeric rice, garlic
chicken, mother's perfume
father sanctifies the holy Sabbath
with blessings on wine and bread;
all together: 'Amen.'
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:
- Ten syllables
- Seven syllables
- 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.
No idea why- but this brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for sharing.
~Tina
My pleasure, Tina 🙂
A lovely image of Shabbat at a family table enhanced by steaming chaulent.The form expressed it well.
Love,
D
🕯️🕯️ Dolly 🍷🥖🥖
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This is definitely my favorite. You have created an amazing picture–a wedding–with the bride–the food, the rituals–simply wonderful!!
Katie, you probably wouldn’t know this, but the bride is a Jewish metaphor for the Sabbath 💞
God, you are truly a genius.
😳 I honestly don’t know how to respond.
😳 thank you.
-David
David,
1. You are brave my friend ! “Fortune favors the brave”.
Kimo and Cadralor together! NOICE!
Your poetry is fresh because you dare to try something
new always and don’t serve old boring stuff.
Just as in the culinary arts, Fresh idea’s are needed to revitalize the art form.
BRAVO! 👍👍👍👍👍
2. After reading these 5 stanzas, I would picturize a friendly old Jewish neighborhood (never been to one before), warmly lit in the dusk, with cobblestone streets, small cars parked along the street, young people coming out of there street facing homes to join a festive celebration, whereas the elderly people are at home welcoming and blessing the newly wed bride as shes shyly accepts their gifts and glows in the warm light. The lady of the house fills the house with rustic, enticing aromas from her cooking of age old recipes, which are passed down through generations. And the old man of the house shows off this old wine collection, to his old friends and relatives and toasts for the good health of his son and daughter-in-law, bringing a tear to the edge of his eyes, as he thanks God almighty for all his good fortune and this blessed day. Amen! 🙏🍀🙏
Joe, you wouldn’t know this, but the “bride” is a classic Jewish metaphor for the Sabbath itself, and the Jewish people traditionally welcome the “bride” every week with their Friday evening prayers at the synagogue 😀
🙂 … thanks for making me understand the metaphor. It’s beautiful. A new tradition to learn. But I imagined welcoming of the newly wed bride and the happiness in the family 🙂 😛 ..
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Amen!
Selah!
I wish I could be there to be a part of the joy.
💚 Lauren 💚
Our family’s Shabbat is actually much more casual and egalitarian than the one I’ve described in this poem… which is the classic image of a traditional Shabbat.
I understand
These were tightly written – I could see the faint thread linking them together. The last Kimo is excellent in tying it all together!
💛 Muri 💛 – “tight” is a really good word for this – I was really trying to pack those images into those syllables!
Great atmosphere in these. (K)
🧡 Kerfe 🧡 – thank you.
nicely done.. a spicy aromatic prayer and poem … amen David!💖👏
🖤🤍 Cindy 🤍🖤