On Sunday, September 15th, the wonderful and talented William Preston provided Poetic Bloomings with the prompt of ‘Making a List, Checking it Twice.’
There were so many wonderful postings, so I thoroughly enjoyed reading all your poems!
Although I wrote a couple of humorous ‘list’ poems based on this prompt, I also wrote a gentler, sweeter poem for my husband Rich, in honor of our 18th wedding anniversary. Several people were curious about the form I used for this poem, which was Bref Double … so guess what?
Yes, you’re right. Our form for this week’s In-form Poet is the Bref Double.
According to DeviantArt’s Poetic Forms page (http://poetic-forms.deviantart.com/art/Bref-Double-10441657):
The Bref Double is a French form. It is similar to the sonnet, but it need not be written in iambic pentameter (it can be in tetrameter, hexameter, or any other meter you prefer). The rhyme scheme is also different from a sonnet. The Bref Double contains three quatrains (four-line stanzas) followed by a final couplet.
Quatrain 1 a/x/b/c
Quatrain 2 x/a/x/c
Quatrain 3 a/x/a/b
Final couplet a/b
The x stands for a line that doesn’t rhyme with any of the other lines.
Here are a couple of poems I wrote in the Bref Double form:
The colors of the October sky
are accentuated by crisp scents
of apple-cinnamon and log fires.
I put on my cable-knit sweater.
The air is chill, but mostly at night
so I count the stars. I wonder why
Fall seems like a fresh start, but maybe
it’s the new school year. Life gets better…
Each drum beat from marching bands nearby
seem to imply that October is
not emblematic of things that die
but rather, a season which acquires
hues like gold and burgundy. I sigh
and watch the stars of Fall unfetter.
A Garden, in Words
“Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.” ~Alfred Austin
Beyond the street, beyond the gate,
is your garden. What is it like?
Do you grow tomatoes or herbs,
and is there a green climbing vine?
Are there marigolds? Spearmint? Kale?
Gerberas? Well, at any rate,
please show me where your garden is.
Your garden is how you define
yourself, your world. Communicate
all those things you want to bring forth.
Words, like plants, can grow strong and straight
in vacant lots or by street curbs.
No matter where you place your gate
bright blooms can grow from nouns and verbs.
And on that note… Ready, set…start poeming! ~RJ
MARIE ELENA’S ATTEMPT
SOPHIE, AND A BALLOON NAMED BUMPER
I love to watch her heart unfold –
Enthusiastic little soul
Who loves her purple stringed balloon
As though it loves her in return.
Adoringly, she named her “friend.”
Precocious little two-year-old
And tethered buddy “Bumper” play
Together, and she’s sure he’ll learn
To speak and sing; laugh uncontrolled.
She also knows without a doubt
That she’ll reach out to grab a hold
Of Bumper’s string some afternoon –
Then sprinkle pixie dust of gold,
And fly together to the moon.
© copyright 2013, Marie Elena Good
Need more prompting? Head over to Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides. This week’s Wednesday prompt is to write an “On the Road” poem.