Beneath the birch tree flowers bloom.
They spread in rounds of bluest plume
That fill the air with sweet perfume
To grace the space that they consume.
What synergy -- that blends the two --
White dappled wood with floral hue.
Where trunks, adorned in black and white,
Curtail the winds with wooden might.
They fan out wide, allowing light
To filter through its leaves just right,
To bless the flowers with the sun,
Whose rays are reaching to each one.
Hydrangea add their beauty too.
Their pompoms do come peeking through.
Such elegance the arts pursue
When seeking subjects to imbue,
With brushes and a fertile mind,
As sights and colors are combined.
What lovely intellectual boone,
When blending things like sun and moon,
Or melodies within a tune,
That let such diff'rent things commune,
To show their personality,
And revel in diversity.
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The LaCharta consists of a minimum of 3 stanzas with no maximum length stipulation. Each stanza contains 6 lines. The syllable count is 8 per line in iambic tetrameter and the rhyme scheme is aaaabb ccccdd eeeeff and so on.
Example: "Ceilings of societal slur"
A sight of deca-dare or die
is fastened fast inside my eye
and in a blink, within a sigh,
it causes scenes to scream and cry,
as optics opt to ail, protrude
in gestures feigned and aptly rude.
For through your lens all luck can live
inside old thoughts, that seep like sieve
because they choose (and pray forgive)
to see just white in slight octive,
while two-tones tempt a truer shade
and black defies its doom to fade.
Equalities refuse to play,
to land or leap, from night nor day
and shock sits on in skies to say
"I won't back down or walk that way".
So as you look at me and judge,
just know I've stuck and will not budge...
for I see more than skin or hue,
see more of him and more of you;
all people in a person's view--
we're all the same if green or blue.
Now, if I climb down from this place...
please stop this prejudicial race.
Copyright © 2013 Laura Lamarc. Poetry type created by Laura Lamarc |
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Contest Winner
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Author Notes
Don't they look Lovely together?
This Poem is a LaCarta in accordance with the contest guidelines.
Author's photograph
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