[426] On The Importance of Meaning

I weary⁣
having nothing to ⁣
say at all⁣
To wake up⁣
understanding it all,⁣ so
I seek confusion

Peace is an⁣
illusion that kills⁣
all passion⁣
all the drive⁣
that meaningful work needs to ⁣
stand the test of time

So I
befriend loneliness
and touch its
two clipped wings
All for an audience with
the depths of my soul


Day 7 NaPoWriMo Prompt: Write a poem in the form of a shadorma, or a Fib.  I picked up the shadorma and this is its explanation. 

The shadorma is a six-line, 26-syllable poem (or a stanza – you can write a poem that is made of multiple shadorma stanzas). The syllable count by line is 3/5/3/3/7/5. So, like the haiku, the lines are relatively short. Rather poetically, the origin of the shadorma is mysterious. 

21 thoughts on “[426] On The Importance of Meaning

  1. I love learning new poetry forms. Thank you for introducing me to the shadorma. It’s delightful! Yours is so thoughtful. I love the last two lines especially. <3

  2. A beautiful poem. “I seek confusion”. LOL. That’s a funny line although I know you are not seeking to be funny. It sounds absurd but your readers appreciate that.

  3. “So I
    befriend loneliness
    and touch its
    two clipped wings
    All for an audience with
    the depths of my soul”

    Love this, it is what I say about my Epilepsy and Manic Depression
    they are not going to leave
    so we may as well be friends.
    I am not aware of an audience with them but of the peacefulness that the struggle is ended.

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