We’re two weeks into the challenge now, and our second “Two-for-Tuesday” prompt falls on the 14th, which gets me thinking about sonnets.
For today’s prompt:
- Write a form poem (here are 100 poetic forms to choose from) and/or…
- Write an anti-form poem. I get it; some people don’t like forms.
If you feel like a form doesn’t quite give you direction for today’s prompt, write a poem about something with structure or form, or write a poem about chaos.
Remember: These prompts are just springboards; you have the freedom to jump in any direction you want. In other words, it’s more important to write a new poem than to stick to the prompt.
Here are the rules of tricubes:
ReplyDelete* Each line contains three syllables.
* Each stanza contains three lines.
* Each poem contains three stanzas
The Can Can’t
Children of
essential
workers can-t
They can-not
see grandma
or grandpa.
But they can-
see me in
my daycare?
Good one. You really work well within the forms you've chosen or invented -- you make them work for you,
Deletethat was a fun poem... good job on your form
DeleteWay too true. This whole this is contradictory and confusing.
DeleteMANICHEAN ARAGON
ReplyDelete(OK, this is the most difficult form I have ever attempted to write in, and I've only mamanged to complete one poem in it. The aragon is a form invented by the French surrealist Louis Aragon to keep his mind occupied while hiding from the Nazis in occupied France during WWII. It’s a poem that can be read either as stanzas of six tetrameter lines or four hexameter lines, which will rhyme perfectly either way.)
The metaphysicals delight
In abstract thought; the hedonists
Prefer the solid thwack! of lust.
They’ll find their way wherever trysts
Are free or bought. They claim that right
Inviolate. They won’t adjust.
Can there be compromise? We ought
To end the fight, to live in trust,
Remember that the mind exists
To filter pleasure as we must.
And yet it might be all for naught:
Perhaps we all are masochists.
The metaphysicals delight in abstract thought;
The hedonists prefer the solid thwack! of lust.
They’ll find their way wherever trysts are free or bought.
They claim that right inviolate. They won’t adjust.
Can there be compromise? We ought to end the fight,
To live in trust, remember that the mind exists
To filter pleasure as we must. And yet it might
Be all for naught: perhaps we all are masochists.
OK, let's see if I can rewrite it as free verse:
Thinking or
feeling? Meta-
physicals puzzle out
the truth, hedonists
just push it in and
pull it out. whenever
they want. But maybe
it's like Annie
Lennox says, some want
to abuse
you, some just....
that was totally AWESOME! I think I might attempt it! Thanks for the in-depth description and the historical details behind it! Good job!
DeleteOkay. I look at this as a challenge. I really want to write one of these.
DeleteYou're all so good at this, I admire you all.
DeleteHave you ever heard the music of the wind
ReplyDeleteDid you ever see the beauty of the storm
The wind song makes opera sound chagrined
It’s wild and the savage do perform
Did you ever see the beauty of the storm
The lightening and the thunder are untamed
It’s wild and the savage do perform
View the beauty of it now unconstrained
The lightening and the thunder are untamed
I watch it out the window mesmerized
View the beauty of it now unconstrained
The flashing and the forks might hurt your eyes
I watch it out the window mesmerized
My heart smiles at the splendor of the night
The flashing and the forks might hurt your eyes
The lightening makes the darkness shine so bright
My heart smiles at the splendor of the night
The wind blows the rain against the trees
The lightening makes the darkness shine so bright
The gale distorts the bushes with such ease
The wind blows the rain against the trees
Howls and whips and songs of wild life
The gale distorts the bushes with such ease
I listen to the mournful dirge stabbing like a knife
Howls and whips and sings of wild life
The wind song makes opera sound chagrined
I listen to the mournful dirge stabbing like a knife
Have you ever heard the music of the wind
I feel like you cheated. Pantoum is our favorite family form. LOL
DeletePoignant and well done too! (Sigh) so good.
DeleteI love this poetry form. Repeating lines give a haunting feel, like being followed. The theme of storm, wind, rain, lightning played well with the poem!
DeleteI am a sun child
ReplyDeleteit draws me
out of doors
I’m also a daughter
of the rain
that fills mountain streams
and cause waterfalls
sun shines down
upon my face
I feel the energy
as it flows
through my flesh
I freckle and I tan
like raindrops through
the rays of sun
Love this purity of self
Deletecute self portrait.
ReplyDeleteSilly Billy Joe, Willy Nilly
ReplyDeleteThere once was a fellow named Joe
Who thought every one was his foe
He muttered a curse
That made everything worse
And caused Joe great personal woe.
So Joe wen to an exorcist
Who wished him into better sorts
And he got over his bad feelings
And went on to love everybody.
A sort of limerick! What is the 2nd stanza?
DeleteThat's the non-form.
DeleteJust decided to have fun here.Hey, it's late and I'm tired.
ReplyDeleteOkay I tried form Tad did, the Aragon. Not great, but not too bad for a first try if I must say so myself. LOL.
ReplyDelete1.
I walk away through empty streets once full of life.
We all now hide behind closed doors, pull up the sheets
around our necks. All thoughts of pride now turned to strife.
We long to ride this out, be sure our heart still beats.
I know that it will end someday but I can’t tell
exactly when. Uncertainty is certain. Say
your prayers and binge watch CNN to see our hell
today again and view what horrors lurk today.
2.
I walk away through empty streets
once full of life. We all now hide
behind closed doors, pull up the sheets
around our necks. All thoughts of pride
now turned to strife. We long to ride
this out, be sure our heart still beats.
I know that it will end someday
but I can’t tell exactly when.
Uncertainty is certain. Say
your prayers and binge watch CNN
to see our hell today again
and view what horrors lurk today.
You are just so good. (head shake) I admire your skill.
DeleteYou did it! And well, too.
ReplyDeleteFORM WITHOUT OR FORM CREATE
ReplyDeleteIN THE BEGINNING
That point in time and space that has no start,
Is broken to await an end, with beat of heart.
GOD CREATED THE HEAVENS
The place where the sun, moon, planets, and stars lie,
The home of angels and of goodness and sky.
AND THE EARTH.
The substance of surface water, rock and soil,
The celestial ball where all now toil.
THE EARTH WAS WITHOUT FORM,
There was no appearance to insist
That shape, color or texture exist.
AND VOID;
An emptiness that nothing could fill,
Nor holding to any agreement of will.
AND DARKNESS
An absence of color, much darker than night,
The umbra of shadow, traveling faster than light.
WAS ON THE FACE OF THE DEEP.
Earth and water, motionless in fluid mass,
Produce turbid chaos of perfect and imperfect abyss.
AND THE SPIRIT OF GOD
A presence of divine operative energy
An unseen wind, mere thought in unity
WAS HOVERING
Hesitantly poised between matter’s state,
Eternity without or Eternity create?
OVER THE FACE OF THE WATERS.
The plane where disorder and confusion confer,
Till showed the power of the Great Spirit to stir.
THEN GOD SAID,
Power of the Great Creator, with Word
Broke the darkness and all Creation heard...
“LET THERE BE LIGHT!”
Creation into eternity was wrought
And mankind’s existence, God’s Grace bought.
Wow, quite a poem!
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