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Forbidden Love – Somonka for LPS Contest
My little flower,
My heart is yours to play with.
My love is for you.
Your hair is like roses and
Your eyes are like sapphires.
My strong warrior,
My heart shall be your tonight.
Our forbidden love.
My body is yours to take.
Our souls are intertwined now.
My little flower,
My heart is yours to play with.
My love is for you.
Your hair is like roses and
Your eyes are like sapphires.
My strong warrior,
My heart shall be your tonight.
Our forbidden love.
My body is yours to take.
Our souls are intertwined now.
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This is a somonka I'm going to enter into the 
's November contest.
A somonka is a japanese love poem similar to a haiku, except that it has two extra lines of seven syllables each. The first tanka (same thing as a stanza I believe) is spoken by the first person. The second tanka is replied by the second person. They are normally written by two poets, but the deal is that we had to write it by ourselves. So TADA! *thumbs up*
This poem got a runner's up spot in one of LPS's last contests ever.
Also, this poem is going to be published in the Winter 2005 poetry anthology by poetry.com! ^_^
's November contest.A somonka is a japanese love poem similar to a haiku, except that it has two extra lines of seven syllables each. The first tanka (same thing as a stanza I believe) is spoken by the first person. The second tanka is replied by the second person. They are normally written by two poets, but the deal is that we had to write it by ourselves. So TADA! *thumbs up*
This poem got a runner's up spot in one of LPS's last contests ever.
Also, this poem is going to be published in the Winter 2005 poetry anthology by poetry.com! ^_^
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Ah, stStrikingly beautiful. You twist the form in the same way I do, adding qualifying stanzas with an extra interpretation. I also like the symmetrical way in which the points of view compliment each other; equally interesting is the number of elucidations one can make from such a compressed piece. I can't comment on the technicalities, grammar is perfect, wording pristine. However, I will babble about the premise for a bit.
For instance; although Stanza one is obviously feminine in nature, it is narrated by another being, who is then serenaded with masculine terms. And yet, this is an assumption. Perhaps the title implies forbidden love in many ways; since the genders are not definitely stated, there is room to suggest ambiguity. The Love is obviously inappropriate, because of caste, gender, perhaps a Romeo and Juliet-type feud, you do not specify. Which gives the piece a wonderful poignancy, since the reader can choose to empathise in any way they wish.
I am glad this delicate, equivocal piece is getting published in any format.
For instance; although Stanza one is obviously feminine in nature, it is narrated by another being, who is then serenaded with masculine terms. And yet, this is an assumption. Perhaps the title implies forbidden love in many ways; since the genders are not definitely stated, there is room to suggest ambiguity. The Love is obviously inappropriate, because of caste, gender, perhaps a Romeo and Juliet-type feud, you do not specify. Which gives the piece a wonderful poignancy, since the reader can choose to empathise in any way they wish.
I am glad this delicate, equivocal piece is getting published in any format.