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.
Mockingbird
Strange profundity:
amid the morning rainstorm--
a mockingbird's song.
Queen Anne's Lace
Crazy
disks suspended
on invisible stems;
floating--frozen in gravity
and space.
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Nice
Both of them are very good. Forms are fun to play with.
Formerly Kestrel
Both felt very free and open
Both felt very free and open to me while at the same time fitting perfect measure and rhythm. Great job!
"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca
formal poetry!
I also love the strict patterns and the ryming. Your hiaku is wonderful. I can never get hiakus to come out right.
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Cool! I never go looking for
Cool! I never go looking for form poetry, but occasionally it hunts me down. Somehow it's never as graceful as these. Go you!
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief
Ohh!
I love the first one! It conjures up such vivid images for me... it's so beautiful, yet so simple!
The second one makes me think of spring green and the featured flower... and a summer breeze. :)
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