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IN-FORM POET WITH RJ CLARKEN – TETRACTYS

pic for in form for October 16Image by starrynight11/deviant art  http://starrynight11.deviantart.com/art/Pterodactyl-183313531

Because I know how much so many of you ♥ unrhymed short forms, I decided that this would be a good week for it.  So, please allow me to present…

Tetractys

Tetractys, a poetic form invented by Ray Stebbing, consists of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20). Tetractys may be written with more than one verse, but must follow suit with an inverted syllable count. Tetractys may also be reversed and written 10, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Double Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1

Triple Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10

and so on.

“Euclid, the mathematician of classical times, considered the number series 1, 2, 3, 4 to have mystical significance because its sum is 10, so he dignified it with a name of its own – Tetractys. The tetractys could be Britain’s answer to the haiku. Its challenge is to express a complete thought, profound or comic, witty or wise, within the narrow compass of twenty syllables.” – Ray Stebbing

-from Shadow Poetry http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/tetractys.html

The reason for the picture above was simply because when I first saw the name of this form, pterodactyls jumped into my head.  Your guess is as good as mine.  That having been said, here’s a sample by yours truly:

Pt

P
tero
dactyls are
nifty critters.
If I lived in prehistoric times, I’d
fly on one of them to school or maybe
even to the
Ptaco
Bell.
Cool.

###

But seriously, here’s a more serious Tetractys:

Plummy

Plums
are an
autumn hue.
But plums are a
(generally considered) summer fruit.
This makes no sense to me.  But this poem
has no rhyme and
it has no
season.
Plum!
###

So…are you ready to pen a few Tetractyses (Tetractysi?) of your own?  Ready…set…start poeming!

MARIE ELENA’S TETRACTYS

JUDGED

Don’t
Assume
“Disabled”
Is visible.
Some disabilities hide beneath masks.

© copyright 2013, Marie Elena Good

WALT’S TRIP TETRACTYS

LOVE’S CERTAINTY

Love,
a state
of being,
seeing a heart
that is given away to be returned,
tempered in the forge of passion, not burned;
left to smolder.
Never cold,
old as
time.
Rhymes
of love
are written
by the smitten,
expressing a heart’s true nature, for sure!

© copyright 2013, Walter J. Wojtanik

Robert Lee Brewer is up to something  “fishy”  at Poetic Asides…

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460 thoughts on “IN-FORM POET WITH RJ CLARKEN – TETRACTYS

  1. Wm Preston on said:

    TETRACTIBILITY

    When
    Euclid
    added up
    one, two, three, four
    and got ten, he knew he had a stacked dec.

    Copyright 2013. William Preston

  2. RJ and Walt, your poems are FABULOUS! Walt, it’s so good to see you!

  3. Loved these all, Marie, RJ, and Walt! I like the equation in this form.

  4. Wm Preston on said:

    Wow, this is like an extra scoop of ice cream: welcome home, Walt. Your poem is as loving as its sentiment, and has those singing sounds that I associate with your work.

    Marie, your poem hits home for me, both personally and in terms of many folks I’ve known. I think it is a superb piece of work.

    RJ, this form looks like fun. Thanks for introducing it, and for your ptum of a ptoem.

  5. Seeds Of Faith

    Who’d
    Believe
    The story
    Of creation,
    Of your divine, fatherly, gracious gift,
    Who would believe it took only six days
    To create this
    Paradise
    Where we
    Live,
    If
    The seeds
    Of faith weren’t
    Sown by Your hand?
    I see, since You’ve opened my eyes, Your gift
    Sown and brought up as a fruitful tree, and
    I believe and
    Know you’ve placed
    One in
    Me.

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2013

    Faith was the theme for our Inklets meeting last week. The other girls wrote some really good poems, and they are on my blog. 🙂

  6. These are fun! Here’s my offering.
    ——————————————–
    Snakequation
    one
    plus two
    with three now
    added to four
    makes this fifth line a long and slithering
    snake on my floor whose flicks and hissing makes
    sane people go
    a running
    thru the
    door.

  7. Let Me Dream

    Kiss
    My lips
    Softly, let
    This moment last,
    Before morning light wakes me, let me dream…

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2013

  8. Wm Preston on said:

    TRUTH APPEARS IN STRANGE PLACES

    When the miser opened his pocketbook,
    the sound of birds
    readily
    rang out:
    cheap!

    copyright 2103, William Preston

  9. Good to see these nocturnal creatures already here. I love y’all. 😉

    Reminiscence

    Some
    moments
    open for
    one another
    like nesting dolls of possibility.
    I trace us back, cracking time like an egg,
    to locate the
    instant that
    changed our
    lives.

  10. Some cracking good work here. I specially liked ME’s disability tetractyl, as it seems like a necessary reminder to the world.

  11. Road Trip

    Roads
    Do wind
    To solemn
    Peace. Barns a-
    Plenty and shedding chameleon trees.

  12. Startling Morning Rose

    Robed in vibrancy, enwombed in beauty;
    Fashionable,
    She lit up
    My sky
    Red.

    The
    Grey clouds
    Fled away.
    Indisposed by
    By her color stealing the light of day.

  13. Hi Walt! Good to see your tetra-muse

  14. Henrietta Choplin on said:

    Lovely work, everyone!! Adorable pic :)!!

  15. William Preston on said:

    DISAPPOINTMENT

    Sometimes, in the course of human events,
    the best of friends
    fail to pass
    human
    tests.

    copyright 2013, William Preston

  16. Last
    word is
    much too soon –
    I’m at a loss
    to find the first word of this daft poem.

  17. My Right Brain

    In
    My right
    Brain I write
    Poems, ponder
    Art. I’m not sure what I do with my left.

  18. You all are so clever! Thanks for the laughs this morning, RJ…

    Two quickies from me on the way out the door…

    Walls
    close in
    when words cease.
    A poet dies
    from the inside, unable to cry out.

    Mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy
    I gotta go
    Oops – too late
    Never
    mind

  19. connielpeters on said:

    Fish
    Blank eyes
    Kissy lips
    Slippery skin
    Dad and me in a rowboat casting lines
    with these silly creatures and lunch in mind
    Oh, I got one!
    Reel it in
    Laughter
    Fish

  20. WEATHER REPORT

    Clouds
    are still
    hovering,
    loaded with rain,
    armed and ready to dampen my spirits.
    But the rain has no power over me
    because behind
    those clouds, the
    sun still
    shines.

    © Susan Schoeffield

  21. TRANSFORMATION

    Hues
    of gold,
    rust and red
    coat the trees and
    paint a delicate landscape of autumn.
    A gentle reminder, should we forget,
    the real beauty
    in this life
    withstands
    change.

    © Susan Schoeffield

  22. William Preston on said:

    BEYOND THE CURTAIN,

    blue,
    bluer
    than heaven,
    backed by saxes.
    Sing Hallelujah! C’mon get happy.

    copyright 20113, William Preston

  23. THE GAME’S AFOOT

    Socks,
    asleep
    in their bin,
    wake up for fun
    when flip-flops retire for the season.
    These mischievous creatures take great delight
    in dryer games
    when they play
    hide and
    seek.

    © Susan Schoeffield

  24. Root

    Must
    Money
    Spend us, send
    Us running ‘round
    Frantic that worth is measured in dollars?

  25. janeshlensky on said:

    Cat Atrophy

    I
    hear the
    chitty-chat
    of fat chipmunks
    as my old cat eyes them and sees a meal.
    Imagination manufactures zeal
    in house cats, born
    of instinct
    boredom
    sloth.

  26. Life

    Life
    A gift
    God given
    With plan attached
    All we have to do is choose the right path
    Nevertheless, God allows us to choose
    His way or ours
    I choose His
    Perfect
    Way

    =======================

    Death

    We
    All will
    Suffer death
    One of these days
    If we believe there is an afterlife
    It is what we choose while we are alive
    That determines
    Where we go
    After
    Death

    © 2013 Earl Parsons

  27. COURAGE
    (a Double Tetractys)

    Hearts
    Tremble
    Fearlessly
    Love can do that
    See the leaves flutter in early springtime

    Who argues they tremble, fearing winter
    Hearts are like that
    Love beckons
    And they
    Beat

    #

  28. ejparsons on said:

    Cats
    Fur balls
    Companions
    Lazy and spoiled
    Love to lick your face once they clean their butt
    Couldn’t care less as long as they get fed
    Nevertheless
    They’re the best
    I love
    Cats

    © 2013 Earl Parsons

  29. DayBreak

    Soft
    The dawn
    Lights the day.
    Bird song erupts.
    Silently night slips out, day swaggers in.

  30. ejparsons on said:

    Assured

    I
    Love you
    Only you
    And no other
    You’re the reason for everything I do
    You’re my life, my breath, my forever
    You can always
    Be assured
    Of my
    Love

    © 2013 Earl Parsons

  31. We are our Stories

    Tales,
    passing
    between you
    and another,
    these marks made against others memories
    building connections to the memories,
    past and present,
    of others.
    Create
    you.

  32. ROAD CLOSED

    Life
    will take
    sudden turns
    in direction
    when we are complacent with where we are.

    © Susan Schoeffield

  33. AGAINST THE WAVES

    Love
    that holds
    our two hearts
    in the same place
    will outlast each wave that might roll our way.

    © Susan Schoeffield

  34. Grinding Gears

    Don’t
    Grind your
    Gears lookin’
    For inspira
    -tion. Let off the clutch, breath, and hit the gas.

  35. Natural Wonder

    It’s
    Funny
    How the rain
    Comes in droves, waits…
    Hunkers…until nature puts on a show

  36. elishevasmom on said:

    On

    On
    the beach
    I can hear
    the temptation—
    unfamiliar waters calling me.
    But with faith and hope, I believe that my
    new adventures
    will one day
    bring me
    home.
    This
    allows
    me to stretch
    the boundaries
    of my imagination, to go on.

    Ellen Knight 10.16.13
    write a “tetractys” poem for PB

  37. Henrietta Choplin on said:

    Leaving Home

    The
    leaves
    tremor, their
    teardrops glisten
    as they gently wave goodbye to mother.

  38. If
    I knew
    then what I
    have learned today
    I never would have let them in the door
    Because they are not the sisters Ma left
    behind when she
    ran off with
    dear old
    Dad

  39. Putrid Memory

    When
    I smell
    her perfume
    there is no joy,
    like a rotting fish can spoil a sea breeze.

  40. Law And Gospel

    Some-
    Where deep
    In everyone’s
    Innermost soul,
    God has written His holy, perfect law:
    Relentless voice, driving us to wit’s end;
    There’s no escape
    From the voice
    Except
    Death;

    Death
    That brings
    New life: a
    Drowning of old
    And resurrecting of the New Creature;
    Somewhere Christ will meet you, and then you will
    Finally know
    The meaning
    Of true
    Peace…

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2013

  41. Muse Forensics

    Ride
    The flames
    Feel the burn
    Of embers up-
    ended and discern the source from whence they came

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  43. By-Stander
    ~
    I overheard the bugler’s cry today.
    Sanctuary
    palpable-
    grief-filled.
    Spill
    down
    curtain;
    a life ends.
    Friends, family…
    Mourn the emotive call of taps today.
    ~
    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2013
    ~
    I happened to be at the church today tallying the tithes and helping stuff some envelopes when there was a funeral occurring…there was a bugle being played at the end…it brings such a flood of emotion, beautiful. My prayers are with those families today.

    • I posted a great youtube short-y on the background behind taps…in case anyone’s interested. 🙂

      • hmm it occurs to me that I wrote a reversed double Tetractys…is that “allowed?” 😉

        Thank you for the form Rj and the examples, gracious hosts…kudos to those that have responded. A common theme for me lately…lacking time to read. 😦 Season will cycle round again I’m sure. Happy writing and smiles to everyone.

        • RJ Clarken on said:

          Hannah – first of all, this was a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing the backstory – it made for a slightly different understanding of the writing. As for reversing and other playful reworking of forms – why not? Rules are made to be broken (just so long as you know the rules ;D) and besides – poetic license goes a very long way!

    • It is a beautiful ceremony…a gentle tendering of loss with purpose and reason.

    • Wm Preston on said:

      This is a touching poem, and I think the form acts as an envelope for it; sort of a beginning and ending, very fitting for “Taps.”

    • Henrietta Choplin on said:

      Oh, Hannah… so tender and touching!!

      • Yes. Tender, touching, beautiful, poignant … thank you for this, Sweet Hannah. And thank you for taking time to help at your church, and to notice the heart-images of your surroundings. ❤

    • Very poignant… I was at a funeral recently as well, and the hymns that were sung were so powerful. Nicely penned, sweet Hannah. ❤

    • Marjory MT on said:

      I had heard the story of “Taps” sometime ago and now each time I hear it, it holds a special meaning. Thanks for your poem,

  44. Torqued

    Don’t
    Get your
    Pinions all
    Torqued in a bunch.
    Maybe you just need to get an oil change.

  45. Mother And Daughter

    Mom/
    daughter–
    difficult
    relationship
    if mom holds unfulfilled dreams in her heart.

    She tries to live them vicariously
    through her daughter
    whose own dreams
    defy
    mom’s.

  46. Forget-Me-Not

    Snow
    White and
    Baby blue,
    Forget-me-nots
    Cluster around the side of the building,
    Looking up imploringly, pitifully,
    Admonishing
    Me to ne-
    Ver for-
    Get;
    How
    Could I
    Possibly
    Forget you, though?
    They don’t seem to realize how much you were
    A part of me, of my life; baby blue
    And white implore
    Me never
    To for-
    Get.

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2013

  47. William Preston on said:

    BROGANS

    Dogs
    can hurt
    if old soles
    can scrape and pinch.
    When they do, I must visit the shoe store.

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  50. Marjory MT on said:

    REST

    A
    golden
    harvest moon
    lights wearied fields,
    where wheat, corn, peas flurished ‘beath summer sun,
    then were marshaled to feed man before fields
    sleep beneath a
    blanketing
    winter’s
    snow.

  51. Blending the Past with the Present

    Once
    there were
    dinosaurs
    roaming the earth,
    perhaps even, right here in my backyard.
    Looking out the window I imagine
    the kids playing
    between legs
    the size
    of
    tree
    trunks, and
    I wonder
    how my house would
    stay in one piece and how many dishes
    would break from the vibrations of walking
    earthquakes, and I’m
    glad the past
    is not
    now.

  52. Is He a Keeper?

    One
    tear streaks
    down her cheek
    and he freezes
    in place. Unsure how to handle this, this
    situation, for they have only been
    dating a few
    days. To flee
    or stay?
    Stay.

  53. Short and Sweet (and Being Silly)

    I
    find it
    extremely
    impossible
    to keep poetic thoughts within five lines.
    (I
    did it!
    No, you failed.
    For you forgot
    to invert and you also wrote more lines.
    Damn! I guess I will have to go back to
    the start and start
    all over
    again.
    Damn.)

  54. Fish Alert

    Aerial disturbance, aisle number three.
    Stark pugency
    detected.
    Break for
    it!

  55. Thanks so much to you all for your kind words!

  56. Sky Rise

    The
    Sky is
    The limit.
    How high can you jump? Take a leap of faith.

  57. Basic Math

    One
    Inch born.
    Becomes two…
    Miles of land sown
    Fruitful fields, plentiful yields fill our bowls.

  58. Dust to Heaven

    One
    Ripe cell.
    Illegally
    Tells his colleagues
    To take their own lives…immediately.

    This
    Poem
    Is about
    Cancer that killed
    My Father March twentieth last year.

    May
    You rest
    In peace now.
    Valiantly,
    Returned to dust yet spirit in heaven.

    A
    Piece of
    You remains
    With all of us.
    In shaded memories, friends, family.

  59. Music Reaches Places No Hand Can Touch

    A
    Snatch of
    Song drifts past
    With the fall wind,
    Stirs a memory…sigh…tears can fall now…

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2013

  60. Unconscious

    Light-
    Headed,
    And then black…
    What is your mind
    Actually doing when you’re unconscious?

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2013

    I never really thought about this before, but I fainted the other day (still not sure why) and it was a really scary experience. It’s like your brain is just shut down for however long you’re out…weird.

  61. Morning Exercise

    Lead
    Head so
    Heavy to
    Crane off this bed.
    Got to drag myself off to work somehow.

  62. Fugitives

    Two
    green peas
    in a pot
    mumbling red
    hot as to whose fault they’re in hot water

  63. Three In One

    God
    Jesus
    Holy Ghost
    The Trinity
    Three in One from the beginning of time

    © 2013 Earl Parsons

  64. ejparsons on said:

    Sent For All

    My
    Spirit
    Cries aloud
    To spread the truth
    Of forgiveness and grace and salvation
    The truth of the One and Only Savior
    The King of Kings
    Lord of Lords
    Jesus
    Christ
    Sent
    To seek
    And to save
    A sinful world
    From eternal separation from God

    © 2013 Earl Parsons

  65. ejparsons on said:

    The Fret of Man

    Man
    Mandate
    Mandated
    Mandatory
    Manufactured mandates that manage man
    Frequently frustrating fresh freethinkers
    Freezing free will
    Fragmenting
    Freedom
    Fret

    © 2013 Earl Parsons

  66. Human Life

    Life
    Is quite
    Mundane…Not!
    Its Navy Seal
    Boots on the ground, sometimes get away car.

  67. Chemistry

    We’ve
    Bonded
    Our souls for
    Ever sharing
    Electrons orbiting from you to me.

  68. Thanks RJ and PB for an awesome prompt. Its been a nice ride!

    Let the fun continue!

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