love cycling beside the beach
freedom I beseech
exercise within my reach
Ukiah – 3 lines with a syllable count of 7/5/7 and it is required to mono-rhyme!
weekly prompt: untried poetry forms, please join in!
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Kate, you’ve inspired me:
Gentle, autumn breeze
Pollen making others sneeze
Soon comes winter’s freeze
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It’s so beautiful.
I climb higher and higher
I travel faster
Till I live with the wonder
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It’d so beautiful.
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Oh, yes! So do I. So do I! Well done!!!
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Lovely poem! Few things are better than exercising on the beach. My favorite mode is horseback riding, but biking is also great!
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Great poem!!! And I love the photo…:)
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[…] Inspired by CalmKate. […]
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[…] Rainbow Dance” (a Ukiah for Kate) https://aroused.blog/2021/10/11/ukiah/“Sunset” (a Haiku for Derrick) […]
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Beautiful poem and photos!
The beach does beseech us to find so many of the things we need for renewal and healing. 🙂
(((HUGS))) 🙂
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i tried this one..
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nice Ukiah, not quite sure why it’s linked to your post about the author …
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My Ukiah for you Kate
“A Rainbow Dance”
At the end of the rainbow
We shall dance and glow
On nature’s golden plateau
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Lovely Ukiah. I never hear of it until now
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On the beach there is no slope, of course Kate, and the biking is both easy and sport! 🙂
Short but significant poem
Love ❤
Michel
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I was looking for home today as I walked along.
Sunshine warming my skin almost felt like home.
The crunch of leaves underfoot.
Birds in the hedgerow.
Still not home.
Then you.
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13, 11, 7, 5, 3, 2 (Prime numbers backwards. No rhymes.)
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It is such a freeing feeling!
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Wow so many genres of poems and you do such a great work with all of them. Such a fun filled poem, Kate. Loved it.
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Lovely poetic form. Always love a good rhyme.
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What a fun activity! Haven’t ridden a cycle since ages now.
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You’ve captured it all. Well done.
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Oh Kate … you have come up with another format that I don’t know … haha … I might have go in the morning .. . the old poet is tiring tonight …
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I’m learning so much about poetry forms. Loved this one. HUGS
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thanks so much Elizabeth, pray you are coping!
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You really own this form! I love the poem and the topic made me smile – remembering the wind in my face and a little salt in the air (went for a ride with my sister on the gulf coast)!
I think we make our own magic – and riding like the wind with the wind at your back giving you wings is the best magic!
And thank you for the thanks and the link! I’m so glad to have introduced you to this one!
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I think we make our own magic – and riding like the wind with the wind at your back giving you wings is the best magic!
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Awesome poem, Kate! The beach is my favorite place.
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I was out on my bike in the rain today and ended up at the beach. What a wonderful feel to ride in the rain and to end up at the lake. Water, water…
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Wow so many poetry forms to get to know of! And anything beside the beach is such freedom indeed 💛
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What about the good old 10/10/12 format known as ‘the brutus’?
e.g.
Poetry sucks when it’s hampered by rules
Words and imagery the only rules
For the guidance of wise men, adherence of fools
Or, alternatively, the 7/8/6 pattern popularly known as ‘Richmond Rules’?
e.g.
Poetry should always rhyme
With rhythm within every line
Except when it doesn’t
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hilarious pops, sounds like the kind of poetry I usually write! Must admit I am enjoying the challenge of these often ridiculous rules … nearly as daft as aussie rules 😉
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It might have been in February
Might have been July
I can’t recall what day it is
No matter how I try
I might have told you yesterday
Perhaps it was last week
I forget what I am saying
Before I even speak
I sit upon my armchair
I close my eyes and doze
And I dream of all the good times
‘Cause I remember all of those
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Being beside the beach in any capacity is a good thing. (K)
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Love this one Kate. It really captures that sense of freedom and the tempo reminds me of the turning of the pedals.
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Fun poem and fun activity
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Wonderful Kate ~~~ Pines are my inspiration, tons of walking trails here … up and down! Folks on WordPress have had issues from time to time with Blogspot … usually temporary. I’ve been using it since 2008 and am loath to switch.
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