IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – ZYMURGY

Zymurgy defined, is the area of applied science related to fermentation. It deals with the biochemical processes involved in fermentation, through yeast. Unless you are a home brew aficionado, you’re probably thinking… What does this have to do with the price of Haiku in Japan?

But for the purpose of the Zymurgy form, we will deal with this fact… ZYMURGY is the very last word in the dictionary. So we will concern ourselves with the “Last Word” of each first and last line of every stanza.

The last word of your title becomes the first word of the first line of your poem.

The last word of  the first line will dictate the number of lines in that stanza. Use that word as an Acrostic in that stanza, with the last word of the last line becoming the first word of your next stanza, stringing your thoughts together.

Follow the color coding in Walt’s poem to better understand the form.

There is no rhyme scheme, but you can make it rhyme.

There is no syllable count, but you can experiment with one if you wish.

Let your muse be the yeast that gets a rise out of you and see what you can brew up.

The “Zymurgy Form” was devised by Walt Wojtanik. That’s my last word on this form.

MARIE ELENA GETS THE LAST WORD:

SO BE IT

It is not about me – not mine to be.
Believe me, any goodness you see
Evident in me, is not my own goodness.

Goodness is God-given,
God-driven,
Implanted,
Vested,
Endowed by my Creator –
Not of my own making.

Making this clear:
Christ’s
Love and sacrifice
Endures,
Awarding us eternal
Right-standing with God.

God, let us see
Sin’s demise –
Enlightenment through Your
Eyes.

Copyright © – Marie Elena Good – 2012

WALT’S FINAL WORDS:

HONOR AMONGST POETS

Poets are held in high esteem,
each dreaming to be well-read,
seeming to write
to their hearts content
earnestly, touching emotions
effortlessly when the muse strikes them.
Muse makes the words go around.

Around other poets they fawn,
feeling their own efforts fall flat
although they are most
worthy of the same praise.
No poets is looked down upon.

Upon closer scrutiny, poems
penned in the simplest of forms,
openly express what the poet’s heart sees.
Every word, every veiled rhyme,
meets the approval of other purveyors of poetry.
Some wish they “had written that“.

That is why their work is held in high regard.
Reading their works is an honor,
every word touching a chord, and
gaining for the poet, great respect.
After the words are written, poets
return to their page to begin anew.
Doing what they do best in the honor of poets.

Copyright © – Walter J. Wojtanik 2012