IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – DESCENT
This sadistic little adventure into “form” from Walt’s mind, the DESCENT takes us on a diminishing line count by combining five (5) separate short forms to express your muse. All relate to the subject of your poem, and go in a 5-4-3-2-1 countdown. You will include a Limerick, a Quatrain, a Haiku or Senryū, a Rhyming Couplet and a Monoku. That’s fifteen (15) lines. You must stay true to the form dictates for each form (described below). Give your poem a title. Begin with:
Limerick – a short, humorous, often lewd or nonsense poem in five-lines of anapestic or amphibrachic meter with a strict rhyme scheme (AABBA), which is sometimes obscene with humorous intent.
Quatrain – a stanza with four lines and a rhyme scheme. For purpose of this string of poems, we will use either an ABAB or AABB scheme.
Haiku or Senryū – Japanese Haiku are poems that use sensory language to capture a feeling or image. They are often inspired by an element of nature, a moment of beauty or a poignant experience. They traditionally consist of 17 “on,” or sounds, divided into three phrases (lines): 5 sounds, 7 sounds, and 5 sounds. English poets interpreted on as syllables. A Senryū poem has the haiku structure and is often confused with it. The poem’s topic centers on human nature, particularly the dark side. Cynicism or dark humor can underlie the images.
Rhyming couplet – Two lines that rhyme and have the same meter.
Monoku – Senryu or Haiku written in a single horizontal line. 17 syllables or fewer.
MARIE ELENA’S DESCENT:
UNCLEI think I’ll cry uncle this time. I’m not in the mood to make rhyme. My feet are disjointed, Iamb disappointed. My meter’s demanding a dime. My quatrain’s off track What would it entail To get it pulled back So it won’t derail? I’m a poor poet I can’t afford the syntax – All my verse is free I’m just in the mood To sit here and brood. An unassuming voice eerily orbits the tranquil moon: “Uncle.” © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
ONE DOWN, ONE TO HOLD
There once was a girl named Melissa,
and ev’ryone ‘round her would kiss her.
On hand or on cheek
maybe once, twice a week,
and when they weren’t near her, they’d miss her.
Melissa grew up to meet the love of her life,
and now she is living her life as his wife.
Not losing a daughter, but gaining a son,
and glad she’s sure that he was the one.
Her empty room sits,
memories of her youth rise,
tears filling our eyes.
Happiness is what provides them,
making no attempt to hide them.
My age advances, now Andrea grows so fast, full of love for life.
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013