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There is no excuse for the late posting of our form. I should have my poetic license revoked! But they say better late than never, so…

Today, we will revisit the Etheree. Created about twenty years ago by an Arkansas poet named Etheree Taylor Armstrong, this titled form, consists of ten lines of unmetered and unrhymed verse, the first line having one syllable, each succeeding line adding a syllable, with the total syllable count being fifty-five.

The way things have been piling on of late, this seemed like the perfect form for this time!



A man
standing guard.
Despite efforts
to be fair and firm,
sometimes he folds under
the pressure. Bright hazel eyes
flash their semaphore to signal
the next barrage to a Father’s heart.
Daughters in tug of war for Dad’s favor.

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25 thoughts on “INFORM POETS – ETHEREE

  1. Where the Walls Meet

    ink to paper
    I ooze every line
    spider web weaving them
    till my wispy soul is drawn
    I trap you in my labyrinth world
    where the back of my eyelids sparkle
    before my imagination is squashed

  2. connielpeters on said:

    Bright markers
    Doodle, squiggle
    Orange, turquoise, purple
    Listen to TV show
    Marker dances to and fro
    Blue, fuchsia, lavender, lime green
    Hearts, flowers, checks, stripes, rainbows, ovals
    I know why they call them magic markers.


    will tell
    if the mind
    is mightier
    than the Will of God
    or a dull sword that slays
    the wielder dead in his tracks.
    Why allow pride to knock us down
    into the mire of our conceit?
    Let humility bring us to our knees.


  4. William Preston on said:


    and tide
    will not wait
    for anyone,
    not even for great
    minds that can figure out
    what time and tide really are:
    manifestations of matter
    and energy in a constant dance
    that continues till time and tide vanish.

  5. Swing

    fast child
    with feet on
    the ground at the
    playground, climbed up on
    a swing. Waiting for mom
    to push him up fast and high.
    But, then hanging on for dear life.
    As his head is spinning around he
    figured out its time to get down fast.

    Copyright © TMC 2016

  6. Extremities

    and feel
    always cold,
    at least my heart
    is warm in winter.
    Circulation, you say,
    and you are probably right
    despite fact that I deny it.
    My advancing age most likely plays
    a role in icy cold extremities.

  7. William Preston on said:

    Walt, your piece makes me wonder who’s winning that tug. Very vivid imagery.

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