A Zany Cinquain from Zorlone - A Replay of His First Poems!

Oftentimes we come across someone who has real talent and we know in our hearts, we just have to share this with others - with the blogosphere.

And this is one of those instances in which I was so taken by the talent of this young man - LORENZO BERNARDINO a.k.a. ZORLONE - that I decided to blog about it!

To confirm my personal judgment, even the writing community at Helium.com has recognized his talent with his very first article entitled Writing for the Love of Writing , and had ranked him highly. His "Signs Your Wife is Cheating on You" is ranked 1 by Helium writers, and to think he isn't married yet. Need I say more?

This poem was written by him - impromptu.

Oh, I forgot to mention that he is a practising medical doctor, specializing in internal medicine. Isn't that amazing? A superb combination : A doctor-cum-poet!

Read his Cinquain and be the judge.

Here's what he says:


My attempt at cinquain:

Foreplay
Passionate game
Frustrated feelings unfold
Overwhelmingly delightful expression unfulfilled
Foreplay

another one:

Coffee
Warm beverage
Every sip invites
Satisfaction of another company
Coffee


A Blank Verse he composed in high school.

Troubled Grief

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As the day stood still, woke up with a chill

And my hands are stiff, this body is adrift

Alone I felt and deep inside I cried

Chains are too tight, such truth I can’t deny

Such pleasure it was when I have found you

Lovely, sweet, unforgettable and true

All those treasured times I know we all had

I never did want to say our goodbyes

I don’t want to leave these friends in my arms

For we are destined to be together

If we separate, there will be no peace

But our hearts will remain in troubled grief.

Julia Ward's - Poetry Friday

Julia Ward of a Blinding Heart has a recent post of poems from different authors in her blog.

Julia is a great poet herself. She wrote one splendid poem for the post.

I read this from her About me Page and I can't help but post it here:

Biography (By Julia Ward)

"I found myself alone in an Emergency Room last year. I couldn't hear the shouting or even my own breathing as they pulled me onto a gurney with cold white sheets. My heart had been stabbed by a screaming white light that tore through me like a lazer. When my heart stopped, all I wanted was to see the dazzling red dragonfly that sat motionless in the palm of my hand so many summers ago.

I live now with a blinding heart, not sure when the jerky, tortured rythm will stop.

Lightning can not kill me.

My soul has been stripped clean of my former self. My soul drifting like a leaf in a dark stream.

I am no longer able to paint. My music is slow and tortured. I thought I could write, just ask the neighbor's cat.

Perhaps it would be better if you just listened for a while. At least until the storms come and the lightning chases me off the porch."

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Other poems are from:

Francis Scudellari, the poet, writer and the quintessential artist has written one superb poem too. He has a main site FrancisScudellari.com , which features all his creative works. It is one awesome site you would not like to miss. Read his interesting short stories and marvel at his brilliant poems and sketches/drawings.

Zorlone - a new, but fast rising poet and writer has also contributed a number of poems. His poems are highly ranked at Helium.com. He also writes for Triond.com and his blog is gaining readers and visitors at a phenomenal speed (19 followers within a span of less than 3 months). This is because his poems speak from the heart and soul.

And of course, yours truly.

Visit Julia's site, and contribute too, to her Poetry Friday.

A Poem For Zorlone

These are modified, related cinquains which I sincerely dedicate to Zorlone, as he had inspired me to write them.


You,
endowed, vacillating,
upon the threshold
of the elusive muse.
oblivious to everything -
fettered.

Realization,
dawning leisurely,
and the consummation
of passion and desire,
umbrage for lost
time, chances -
enlightenment


Liberation,
wanton, felicity,
deluge of words.
emancipating you from stillness,
alive, flying, skies,
empowering you -
freedom.


Write,
Enthused, unceasingly,
unafraid; and redeem
yourself, from the lengthy
slavery of silence.
Carve, indelibly -
words.

Poetry : The Blank Verse and I

I have always been mesmerized by old poems. I like the rhythm and the sound of their undulating meters - especially the blank verse.

According to Poetry.org and I quote:

"Blank Verse is Poetry that is written in unrhymed iambic pentameter. Blank verse is often unobtrusive and the iambic pentameter form often resembles the rhythms of ordinary speech. William Shakespeare wrote most of his plays in blank verse."

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An iambic pentameter on the other hand, is composed of penta (five) iambs ( one unstressed followed by a stressed syllable). There are variations too, but I won't get into that as it is a lengthy topic.

This drawing is from Francis Scudellari of Caught in the Stream, a brilliant artist and poet. You should hop over to his site and read his poems on a variety of topics. While you're there, you could also click on a link which sells Zazzle T-shirts with his drawings emblazoned on the t-shirt's front portion.


Here is my input for blank verse. I'll probably edit this every time I re-read it (if I would have time) lol. Francis' poems are of course - superb. I hope my attempt would be passable to him...lol...

Layered Walls

The sun ablaze in all its shining crown,

has tendered all the love that I have owned.

I looked up to the sky and plead in vain,

but rain poured down and drowned my cries of pain.

I am as sturdy now and cold as ice,

The layered walls I built around abound.

the memories are gone and in there lies,

a gelid heart that only I have found.

But drifting slowly, I now realized.

The loaded wings now have to take the flight,

And flutter 'til the bird has sang and flown,

a final blow to my granite tombstone.

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There is another type which I prefer because of its brevity. It is called the "Cinquain". This is composed of five lines only. According to "Poem of Quotes"

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"Line 1 has one word (the title). Line 2 has two words that describe the title. Line 3 has three words that tell the action. Line 4 has four words that express the feeling, and line 5 has one word which recalls the title."

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The following is my attempt to write a Cinquain.

Layered,

Thick walls,

atop each other,

Numbness, detachment, hatred, grief

Layered.

An Attempt at Poetry

This poem was published earlier in this blog (months ago), and at Helium.com

Jim Murdoch of Truth About Lies , Francis Scudellari of Caught in the Stream, and our poets out there; if you happen to read this short verse, PM me your negative comments (winks), but do publish any redeeming comments, if there are any . I would appreciate it a lot, and yes, Ken Armstrong of Ken Armstrong Writing Stuff, our budding poet. Wow!


Webs Of Love

I stared blindly at the ceiling,
blinded by tears of sorrow.
seeing all, but seeing nothing,
unmindful of tomorrow.


Where has the love gone?
So professed some years ago?
I hold the bundle of joy in one,
grateful for the chance to glow.

Go now, my beloved,
follow where your heart leads you.
when you reach the 'dead end',
We are here waiting for you.

Photo by Tom Ruette

MEMORIES

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Vestiges of memories,
some vivid, some hazy,
inundates the fledgling soul,
hurting so viciously.

The soul searches a way out,
a road to salvation,
but sadly, there's no let up
from the onslaught of the visions.

WEBS OF LOVE

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I stare blindly at the ceiling,
blinded by tears of sorrow.
seeing all, but seeing nothing,
unmindful of tomorrow.

Where has the love gone?
So professed some years ago?
I hold the bundle of joy in one,
grateful for the chance to glow.

Go now, my beloved,
follow where your heart leads you.
when you reach the 'dead end',
We are here -home- waiting for you.