INFORM POET – THAN-BAUK

In view of the Haiku’s popularity in the West, and the rising interest in Asian poetry, it’s surprising that the Than-Bauk is not more popular. Than-Bauk, conventionally a witty saying or epigram, is a three line “climbing rhyme” poem of Burmese origin. Each line has four syllables. The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the second syllable of the third line.

WALT’S EXAMPLE:

DREAMING NOT ALLOWED

Through the dark night
I just might sleep.
I fight to dream.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2018

 

MARIE’S TRY

A LITTLE CHRISTMAS MAGIC

Man in red cap,
jolly chap, can
gift wrap “merry.”

(C) Marie Elena Good, 2018

68 thoughts on “INFORM POET – THAN-BAUK

  1. Walt and Marie, Your examples are pithily perfect. This little form can get addictive, methinks. By the way, and apropos of nothing, I recently ordered something for Christmas. In following the tracking, I discovered that the article had passed through Maumee and Buffalo. Fitting, eh wot?

  2. See what I mean? Addictive.

    THE POET NOTICES A POETESS

    By a blue brook
    near the book nook,
    I took a look.

    THE POET CORRESPONDS WITH THE POETESS

    Across the miles
    her soft wiles bring
    big smiles to me.

    THE POET PROPOSES TO THE POETESS

    The height of free
    is to flee fear
    and be in love.

  3. The Photographer’s Than-Bauk Lament

    I take the shot
    But it’s not good
    That shot is shot

    Refocusing
    On that thing there
    Shooting again

    I chimp the view
    Still way too bright
    Won’t do at all

    Oh, stupid me
    Did not see that
    Rookie mistake

    Exposure’s wrong
    Set on long time
    Too long, too bright

    All settings right
    This shot might work
    Not bright; just right

    I shoot once more
    One more sure shot
    I roar with glee

  4. Diffy Cult Form

    I’ve read them all,
    brief, short, small, by
    you all conceived.

    Now I believe:
    to achieve this
    form, cut out words.

    Wordiness (mine)
    cripples fine than-
    bauk, line and rhyme.

    It’s not my rave,
    not my fave, to
    pen cave-man poems.

    (c) Damon Dean, 2018

  5. I found this form surprisingly hard. These are my two feeble attempts;

    You I still love
    When I hover
    Above, not near

    Salt of the earth
    Given birth with
    Love, mirth and truth

  6. And another, based on doctor’s advice to heal my wound:

    Stay on the move
    You will improve
    Your groovy time

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