Ribbons of golden sunlight splay
the shades of gray
as glooming clouds
descend like shrouds.
Her chilling kiss of icy mist
denies our bliss;
Chilled to the bone
we rush for home.
But though the day seems dark and cold
Winter grows old.
Her days are few.
Spring plans a coup!
~kat – 3 February 2017
(Minute Poem)
The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff.
February 3rd, 2017 at 5:24 pm
Lovely Kat. I so like your varying forms of poetry. You teach me a lot, as well as providing great poetry.
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February 3rd, 2017 at 7:44 pm
Thanks Peter. I like trying different forms because their structure adds to the flow and meter of a poem. Makes my words sound good without even trying! 😉
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February 4th, 2017 at 2:52 pm
I see blue sky today Kat! And the snow is melting, swoon!
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February 4th, 2017 at 2:53 pm
Yeah! We are warming here in the East. But warnings of “weather” for tomorrow. Spring is coming soon…SPRING is coming SOON! 🙂
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February 4th, 2017 at 3:51 pm
Splendid!
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