Parallelogram de Crystalline is a poetry form created by Karan Naidu. This form consists of 4 verses of 3 lines each. The syllable count for each stanza is 3, 6, 9. In this style of poem, the beauty of a person is usually compared with nature and described in those terms…
MARIE’S OFFERING:
MY GOD, MY GOD
His beauty
shines like the very sun,
my eyes cannot fully take it in.
Withholding
His brilliance from no one,
His warmth springs forth to thaw the cold heart.
“Ebb and flow”
this phrasing un-embraced
by my God, whose love does not ebb, but
unrestrained,
His mercy has no bounds,
as the sea lacking Earth’s gravity.
© Marie Elena – 2012
WALT de CRYSTALLINE:
FLOURISHING FLORISTS
Impressive
works of worded wonder;
hearts and flowers come to touch our souls.
The poets,
hearts full of emotion,
overflowing in oceans of thought
completely,
they are sweetly given.
Loving blossoms bloom in our garden,
tenderly
grown to fill our vases
with verses; love’s beautiful bouquets.
© Walt Wojtanik – 2012
Two beautiful poems. I’m not so sure about the form – and I do like writing to forms – which seems a bit mechanical to me. I’ll have a go later.
Both such tender, lovely poems!
I’m with Viv and Hen: very tender, heartfelt poems, Marie and Walt.
“She”
Like the moon
She is distant and still
Solemnly guarding the misty sky
Like the sun
She is rising again
Shining its mercy on all that lives
Like the rain
She is steady and cool
Washing my face and consumed by earth
Like the wind
She is passing me through
Tracing my soul with a last good bye
“she” is surely something! Great answer to the prompt. I enjoyed it very much
Best, M.
Thank you, Mariya! Something about this form resonated with me this morning.
Sasha! I am impressed SPEECHLESS!
Thank you, Janet, your lack of words speaks volumes! 🙂
😉
Mmm, Happy, “goose-bump good!” 🙂
Thank you, Hannah!
Indeed, Happy!
This is beautiful!
Laurie, thank you very much!
Oh, Happy, I think I know her! Lovely! :)!
Really liked this one. You used the form smoothly.
Hen, Sara – thank you!
You’ve changed my mind about the form: nothing mechanical about this one!
Ho, I like this form, and think to try my hand at it. Though, forms make me feel uncomfortable, as they tend to seem a bit “mechanical” (borrowing Viv’s term) and they restrict me. Another way of looking at it is that a poet should be able to write masterpieces in any form and circumstance, so maybe the trouble lies within me, instead of the form. 😀
I promise I’ll give it a try. Every week I try to make one form poem following your Archive here – it’s a brilliant resource, by the way, thank you both for doing this!
best, M.
Marie and Walt, Two very impressive examples. How do you do it? I LOVE form. This one looks challenging to me, but I want to try it! See you later…hopefully;)
Okay…as soon as i left this comment SUDDENLY I had a thought:)
“suddenly”, she says… in her own words “another thought bit her”, I wish I had those sudden bites…
Be careful what you wish for, Happy….it really cuts into working time on some days:)…but thank-you
It’s a relief to know that! But most of the time, it seems, you manage to write a lot, and beautifully, and keep your family happy, and your house immaculate…
Happy, everything you mentioned ebbs and flows…I could say yes or no to all of those depending when you asked! But my kids really WANT me to write. I guess they are getting older and they want to see me do something besides laundry and dishes;)
Sweetness.
Lover
You call me
Stalwart figure luring
Me to your faithful, strong, out-stretched arms
Like a tree
Planted by the water
Your roots run deep, grounded in my heart
Oh my love
The seasons leave their mark
But you grow more beautiful with time
Take me now
Let me rest in your boughs
Of brawny strength bending with the storm
Love this.
Hmm…we were both in the trees today! I love your’s dear Janet!
I love this “we were both in the trees today!” Such a sentence makes all efforts worth it all.
I’m glad that this brought you joy, Andrea! So sweet of you to say! 🙂
I think that you hit the idea with the form – great!
Thank-you Andrea…for the smiles and all!
Janet- This leaves me breathless.
Such loving strength…. Lovely, Janet!
Thank-you Laurie and Hen:)
Some more elemental poetry – I love this one, too.
“In your arms”
I would dig
beneath the sea for one
pearl that reflects the purity of
your heart so
I could see you again,
to feel the silk of your voice in my
dry blue soul.
I wear your ring but it
doesn’t bring me nearer to you where
I belong
inside you, safe from the
world beneath the sun, wrapped in your arms.
This is heartbreaking, beautiful.
Oh, this is so smoothly sweet, beautiful love!
I especially like the beginning of this poem. = )
This resonated with me. Beautiful!
“…I would dig beneath the sea…” I have sometimes wondered about doing this…
Thank you everyone. I really like this form. Thanks Marie Elena and Walt for introducing it.
jlynn, I love this poem, particularly the beginning. Wonderful.
~MY SOULMATE~
You hold strength
as the tallest of trees;
your mind and body is my stronghold.
Wind and rain,
your boughs be not shaken;
timber won’t tremble under life’s weight.
Deep ridges,
crevices in your bark;
the imperfections that make you.
Make you whole,
created perfectly;
my stronghold, my climbing tree.
©H.G. @ P.B. ~Parallelogram de Crystalline
Very much enjoyed!
Thank you so very much, Happy!
Hannah, it is so cool that we both thought trees ! I think your poem is sheer beauty…be sure and show him:)
It IS so cool! Thank you for the sweet words around the poem and yes I think that it shall make him happy. 🙂
Lovely, Hannah… I especially like the 3rd stanza.
Thank you, Laurie, I felt balance come to fruition when those were added. 🙂
I like the tallest tree. How lucky you are to have it, Hannah.
I do feel lucky, Andrea, thank you for your kindness. 🙂
“your mind and body is my stronghold.”
So, I was thinking, to be grammatically correct the “is,” in this should really be “are,” right? Probably. I’m technically deficient, when it comes to the “rules,” of writing. Much better than three years ago, though! 😉
“…Crevices in your bark…” PERFECTLY imperfect :)!!! Beautiful, Hannah!
EXACTLY, Hen!! Thank you, I appreciate this!
:)!
“Imperfections make you whole.” I have always loved this idea. You highlight it well with your images to the crevices in bark.
I’m so glad that the imagery worked to portray this, thank you for your thoughtful comment, Jlynn!
Trees seem popular for this form. Yours is a beautiful example.
Yes, I noticed that, too, Sarah. Thank you, so much, the trees have been very meaningful for me lately, lots of presence in them.
“My God,” is stunningly beautiful and touching, Marie! Thank you for this!
Your words of blooming beauty bring forth in me a feeling of deep connectivity. Blessed by you, Walt!!
I SO enjoyed this form!! Really beautifully constructed and the purpose behind it makes it all that much more fulfilling.
BIG happy “Hannah-smiles,” all around this blooming neighborhood! :)!
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WONDERS!
Beware now,
right there in front of you
he meets danger just so serenely.
Block your brakes,
find the right expression,
your groceries hit you from behind.
But he’s here!
The Gold Pheasant is here!
He passes the road reluctantly.
Wipe your eyes,
pull yourself together.
This magician never fails to love.
Love that last stanza!
Wonders everywhere indeed! Very nice, Andrea!
Mmm love the vision of a Gold Pheasant, Andrea and I too, like the last line. 🙂
Everything leads to the last magical stanza! Wonderful imagery here, Andrea.
YES!!!
My Sunshine
solar flare
illuminates the room
every time I see your vibrant smile
shining forth
this aureole of you
burning with desire my aching heart
ever since
your light refused to reach
the depths of my darkened soul, I long
to see your
rays beaming once again
illuminating the room with cheer
I can feel the longing. Beautiful poem, Laurie.
Yes, I guess that light will return since you can say the words. Thanks.
Such a feeling of light throughout this, Laurie. Beautiful!
Love! …it reminds me of how I feel when my teen-ages lose their glow…or me;)
Yes, me too, Janet!
Oh, those last two stanzas, such yearning.
Thank you.
She’s Beauty
She blossoms
like a Spring daffodil
with brilliance unlike any other.
She bubbles
as the flowing currents.
The perfect blend of water and air.
She’s beaming
with a reflected light
shining from her face and in her eyes.
She’s beauty.
Surrounding me always.
Taking me to places I dream of.
By Michael Grove
Michael- She’s one lucky lady!!
Thank You Laurie. And here I was thinking that I was the lucky one…
Sounds like you both are!
…and I thought I was the lucky one…THAT sounds like the spring-board to another poem! I think you are very lucky/blessed to be able to write this to someone you love! I like the title too:)
You are right Janet. That will make a great line for a poem. I’m on it!
Oh, yes, Mike, remember to show your wife. Great!
as the flowing currents.
The perfect blend of water and air…
I love this likening, Michael, beautiful poem!
Oh…. just sooo Lovely, Michael!!!
Mike, you are both lucky and you both must have huge hearts.
Wow, I really appreciate all the wonderful comments posted here. This is quite an interesting form which I need to explore more.
Folks are creating such lovely pieces with this challenging form! 🙂 Will have to kick my muse to see if I can come up with something… maybe… later.
What a beautiful, intriguing form. Here’s mine:
Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day?
No, but spring
will have to do, these hues
your vernal, verdant smile: golden, wild.
Shall I put
thee upon flowered stage?
No way; but bask in sunlight: your eyes.
Your limbs, my
anchored tree, as cool breeze
blows across our torn, tattered places.
Traces of
petals, your sweet lips, soft
as murmured fluttered leaves, grown for me.
Oh, De!!! Simply delicious! So many really beautiful lines. Cheers, you’re a poetic force of nature!
Love this…”your vernal, verdant smile: golden, wild.” :)!
“Traces of
petals, your sweet lips, soft
as murmured fluttered leaves, grown for me.”
LOVE,LOVE, LOVE!
Loved: “… your vernal, verdant smile: golden, wild.” !
One of my favorite Shakespeare lines!
Mum
My mother
Large, lovely brown doe eyes
Ebony hair and cherry-red lips
Her kindness
Like a stout, shady tree
Providing a cool, peaceful shelter
Inner strength
A mountain of boulders
On which her five daughters depended
Her patience
A tranquil bubbling stream
Steady, continual refreshing
This is SO touching, Connie. I love every bit of it and especially the third stanza for that is what I’d desire in mine. Thank you!
Brilliant and beautiful!
Oh, beautiful!!!
Connie, How strange that we both used `brown doe eyes’. Yours is lovely.
I adore this form!
Kate
With her soft
doe eyes, damp in sadness,
she sometimes feels caught in the headlights
of her life.
Walking through a meadow,
her olive skin softens. Her face shines
as dew drops
pearled on freshly cut grass.
Her raven hair, threaded silver, hugs
broad shoulders.
Curves mold her body as
a marbled statue, my dear friend Kate.
A lovely friend you have, Sara!
Yes, I am lucky, even though she is still in NY and I am in Oregon.
She is surely beautiful!
Thanks Janet. We know each other for 40 years!
Amethyst Infatuation
A spring breeze
ruffles your curls, lilac
blooms waving behind you, a village
of gentle
buds huddled together
on one stem, bursting with honeyed hope.
Your lips, eyes
color the world purple
dazzling many butterflies, like me
“… color the world purple dazzling many butterflies, like me”. I have three of these little gems! 🙂 🙂 🙂 !
Gorgeous! ‘bursting with honeyed hope.’ So true! We all need one of these to remind us of what is really important!
Stunning, Jane. As Janet said, `bursting with honeyed hope’ is just glorious.
Thank you, friends. This same lilac blooms sometimes in November and makes me wonder if it is some swansong for the old bush, but she’s back and wafting every spring.
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UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
I’ve not seen
the color of your eyes…
I imagine them as pools of blue.
I’ve not heard
the sound of your laughter…
as delightful as a babbling brook.
I’ve not felt
the softness of your skin…
the unblemished flesh of a newborn.
I’ll not know
the natural beauty
of seeing my own for the first time.
2012-03-21
P. Wanken
I’m enjoying the form. Thanks for the introduction and the great samples, Walt and Marie.
Woodman
I see you
there hunched over your saw
two pulls away from making sawdust
pile around
you, another old growth
tree weighed down by ice storms and high winds,
but you pause,
your affinity for
weathered men warming your leafy heart.
I LOVE YOU TOO
Hello there
Andrea is calling
Can you help me getting the words right?
Dots cry help.
They appear everywhere
unexpectedly craving something.
Can I say?
My mum was like a lamb?
Or will you think of toilet tissue?
Here maybe
you’ll be laughing out loud?
Words are meant for love you say to me.
I wrote this poem, I LOVE YOU TOO, for my editor and internet friend, Amy. I sent some few poems to her (she edits my fiction) and she replied yesterday: “You know what? I need to talk you into doing a book of poetry. SERIOUSLY! ”
Though I know that no one will likely buy a poetry book from someone like me – she made my day. And therefore this poem. She’s an incredible patient editor and in a way she got me here.
Ah, you may just surprise yourself, Andrea! I want to purchase a copy already!! :)!
All is Fair in Love
Skin so fair,
milky and unblemished
with the purity of wind blown snow.
Hair so fair,
golden blonde tresses flow
to frame the chiseled features below.
Eyes so fair,
the windows of her soul.
Look to view each season of this man.
Love so fair,
reaching into my heart
to claim the places where it resides.
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Oh dear! This was much harder than it appeared! 😐 I’m not happy with it, but it’s late and I’m tired, so, here’s mine — for what it’s worth. :-] (There’s a picture that goes with it… I’ll put it on my blog.)
Spring Evening
Dusk descends
just outside my window
shades of blue beckoning the twilight
Faintest breeze
wafting past the curtain
sets the linen fluttering in dance
Peepers’ call
reaches through the window
tempting me to step outside to hear
Lovely night
the spring’s a symphony
the music of her song enchants me
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