haiku

An Experiment in Form Poetry

Submitted by Mary on Sat, 04/16/2011 - 01:59

Let me just say first that I have a fascination with form poetry. Not just metered, rhymed poetry, but the very rigid, strict forms. In writing fiction, I sometimes get overwhelmed with all the freedom I have regarding word choice, rhythm, sentence length, and structure. I've found that in those circumstances, it can be helpful to confine myself to a particular form, force myself to think inside the box for a change. So here are two of my experiments with form poetry. First, Mockingbird, a haiku, and Queen Anne's Lace, a cinquain.

How small I am

Submitted by luke on Wed, 08/15/2007 - 06:42

A boy with my toys
The land, sea and sky are mine
Because my eyes see

Reach out and claim it
It is drawing into me
It’s all mine now stop

How small it makes me
When I look up to the sky
Am I nothing then?

Engulfed by the world
Life becomes nothing but grass
We grow, live and die

Grass, rock, sea, sky, cloud
A, B, C, 1, 2 and 3
Me, barely human