I ripped another page from the calendar hanging on my kitchen wall. We enter the month of May with thoughts of Spring swimming around in our heads. The sun is shining bright on the days it isn’t raining. The snow vanished into distant memory. This month I plan to explore a poetry style that reminds me of a trickling waterfall. Udit Bhatia created the Cascade poem. There are no rules for rhythm or meter. The layout is simple in that the lines of the first stanza are repeated as the refrain lines in the stanzas that follow. The poem flows like this ABC, xxA, xxB xxC. Add lines to the poem longer. Thus, you are making a cascading effect with words. How hard can that be? This Cascade Poem I titled Without Warning.
Note: I will also be adding Black Out Poems as we go along the way. I plan to keep using this style until the book I’m using runs out of pages for me to play with to create these unique and visual poems. I might as well get started. I’m excited about jogging down this road.
Without Warning
Without Warning There is not always a calm before the storm Sometimes there is only heat and humidity The rumble of thunder in the distance And the wind starts to blow And dark clouds fill the sky I don’t want to set off an unnecessary alarm This is no time to experience timidity There’s something evil moving in our direction And it’s traveling at a fast tempo There is not always a calm before the storm The sun lulls us into sweet captivity A summer day without resistance It turns deadly on a dime But how were we to know Sometimes there is only heat and humidity Danger spoils our play and threatens our existence An early warning, a collective shy Sound the alarm and run for cover A call to arms and energetic activity The rumble of thunder in the distance Tension in the atmosphere starts to grow It makes a person doubt their mortality Hearts of the helpless fill with fear So many questions that end with why And the wind starts to blow So many reasons for a person to cry Living in a world of mediocrity A racing pulse to let you feel alive Nowhere to run, nowhere to go And dark clouds fill the sky
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Nice job
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Yes, sometimes I feel the same way. Well said.
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Sounds like home last night, lols 😂. Wonderfully expressive and tension-filled. Love it, Molly 💕🙂
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I love how you’ve began each entry with ” I ripped another page from the calendar”. So expressive
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