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INFORM POETS – DIMINISHED HEXAVERSE

A poem containing stanzas of 5 lines, then 4 lines, then 3 lines, then 2 lines, ending with one word. The syllables in each stanza correspond to the number of lines, i.e. 5 in each line in the first stanza, 4 in the second stanza and so on. This form may contain more than five stanzas.

WALTER’S EXAMPLE:

LASTING LOVE…

Had I stayed alone,
I’d have been okay.
But that’s not the way,
to live, lest we die!,
Love can bring such joy.

She’s held my heart,
like a small bird,
and she speaks words,
of love’s true way,

She and I
side-by-side,
in love’s joy

One girl,
One boy:

love.

© Walter J. Wojtanik

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SARA’S EXAMPLE:

IN THE PLAYGROUND

Child climbs monkey bars,
a jungle of steel–
playground’s big puzzle.
Some hang upside down.

See-saws are next.
He’s in the air!
Little bit scared,
then, he loves it.

On the swings,
push me, please.
No, higher.

Kids leave
at dusk

tired.

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94 thoughts on “INFORM POETS – DIMINISHED HEXAVERSE

  1. Walt, you are such a master of love poems. another beaut. The form enhances its endearment!

    Sara, yours so different from Walt’s yet equally delightful!

    Thank-you for ‘teaching by example’ 😉

  2. Awww, both of these are lovely!

  3. oh, what fun…and what compelling demonstrations of the form

  4.  
     
     
    Beyond Rust and Red

    My pen grows silent
    as a silhouette.
    I write of life, write
    with dues of truth’s bones.
    Beyond rust and red.

    My first poem
    was red like that.
    An untidy
    dark appetite.

    Like father’s
    final words,
    gone unheard.

    He slept,
    We slept.

    Silence.

  5. Pingback: Puzzled | echoes from the silence

  6. I had fallen behind so I cheated a bit and combined Sunday’s prompt and today’s form into one poem.

    PUZZLED

    When I was young, I
    had an idea
    of what my life would
    look like. Each day, each
    year, and each decade

    has, instead, pieced
    my life into
    a picture I’d
    not been planning.

    At nearly
    fifty: no
    husband or

    children.
    It’s just

    me.

    2016-06-01
    Paula Wanken

  7. MARJORY T on said:

     
     
     
    The challenge began
    with mailed catalog:
    enticing pictures
    of things we could grow
    right in our own yard.

    Vegies, flowers,
    root and leaf crops
    climbers and trailers.
    Order the lot.

    Plant, water,
    green sprouts show.
    Sunshine days

    Harvest
    at last.

    Awe.

  8. William Preston on said:

     
     
     
    A TALE OF THE BABE

    Once, in Chicago,
    in the World Series,
    1932,
    the big Bambino
    had two strikes on him.

    He called his shot
    and connected,
    and the horsehide
    leapt to the air;

    the ball rose
    to the stands,
    majestic:

    going,
    going,

    gone.

  9.  
     
     
    No Doubt

    Go slowly, be kind,
    for everyone you
    meet is fighting a
    hard battle, struggling
    between heart and mind.

    There are two ways
    in this world that
    we can know things,
    heart, and heart-mind.

    Each moment,
    we get to
    start out fresh.

    Hoping,
    Trusting.

    Self.

  10. connielpeters on said:

     
     
     
    Are We There Yet?

    In the mood to drive
    With soft rock turned high
    First feeling fearful
    Narrow mountain pass
    Calling on angels

    Avoid potholes
    Crushed dead critters
    Large tumbling rocks
    Extreme drop-offs

    Wildflowers
    Dazzling falls
    Swaying pines

    Breathe in
    Fresh air

    Joy

  11.  
     
     
    UNWANTED NEIGHBORS

    The trouble with hawks
    Is they cause trouble.
    So when they began
    To nest in our oak,
    They were not welcome.

    Squirrels were here first.
    Jays were here first,
    As were robins,
    And chickadees

    And others.
    Don’t under-
    Estimate

    Others.
    Hawk nest?

    Hawked.

    © Marie Elena Good

  12. Earl Parsons on said:

     
     
     
    Choose

    We are miracles
    Perfect creations
    Destined for greatness
    Made in His image
    Loved beyond belief

    He gave us life
    He set us loose
    With only the
    Power to choose

    And we choose
    Sometimes right
    Sometimes wrong

    His gift
    Our life

    Choose

    © Earl Parsons

  13.  
     
     
    The Mirage

    She allowed herself
    one wish before bed.
    And like old friends do,
    the stars battled to
    catch them and keep them

    safe until the
    morning bells sang
    for her soul. It
    was the same wish—

    Don’t let the
    fear hurt me,
    she whispered,

    letting
    go of

    hope.

  14.  
     
     
    Magazine Rack

    My magazine rack
    is overflowing.
    Perhaps it is time
    to weed the herd and
    get rid of some stuff.

    For example,
    I do not need
    strange catalogues
    which have been tossed

    in the mix.
    Also, old
    editions

    must go…
    Archive?

    Saved!

  15.  
     
     
    Travelling

    Why does it always
    seem like returning
    is a shorter trip
    than the one we make
    going to some place?

    I’ll say out loud,
    “Are we there yet?”
    when I know the
    answer to this.

    Still, the kid
    inside me
    wants to know.

    Arrive?
    Depart?

    When?

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  16. Judy Roney on said:

    Enjoying these poems. Mine is along the same vein as Sara’s:

    What Was I Thinking?

    Panama City bound.
    On my way to grands.
    A beach chair, sun screen
    Laughter of three boys
    Heavenly joy.

    It’s been six months
    Since I saw them
    My great grand sons
    Active, loud, rough.

    What to do
    Driving home
    With three scamps?

    Eight hours
    Patience

    Spent.

  17. flashpoetguy on said:

    ARMAGEDDON

    When the bombs explode
    in our neighborhoods,
    do not be surprised.
    Haven’t we been warned
    the end is coming?

    Are you awake
    or in a dream?
    A coming storm
    is in the air.

    Be prepared.
    Turn to God.
    Ask his help.

    The fire
    this time.

    Pray.

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