
spring awakening
in
the eaves
sparrows nest
there’ll be no rest
young beaks agape incessantly tweeting
~kat
Poetry form for the month of May: Tetractys/5 lines/syllable count 1-2-3-4-10

spring awakening
in
the eaves
sparrows nest
there’ll be no rest
young beaks agape incessantly tweeting
~kat
Poetry form for the month of May: Tetractys/5 lines/syllable count 1-2-3-4-10

secrets
the
darker
the secret
the more likely
keepers risk being owned by the tellers
~kat
Poetry form for the month of May: Tetractys/5 lines/syllable count 1-2-3-4-10

hard labor
when
we work
to survive
it costs our soul
if that is our only motivation
~kat
Poetry form for the month of May: Tetractys/5 lines/syllable count 1-2-3-4-10

hearts
how
they bleed
when worn on
sleeves, broken hearts,
shielded in darkness, how they harden
~kat
This month we’re exploring the Tetractys, a poetic form invented by Ray Stebbing, consisting of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20). Tetractys can be written with more than one verse, but must follow suit with an inverted syllable count. Tetractys can also bereversed and written 10, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Double Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1
Triple Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10
and so on.
“Euclid, the mathematician of classical times, considered the number series 1, 2, 3, 4 to have mystical significance because its sum is 10, so he dignified it with a name of its own – Tetractys. The tetractys could be Britain’s answer to the haiku. Its challenge is to express a complete thought, profound or comic, witty or wise, within the narrow compass of twenty syllables.” – Ray Stebbin
Near Miss
Like a cool whisper death passed by one day
I felt his stale breath inside my ear
though I will come for you, I heard death say
this is a taste for now… nothing to fear
but fear I did, if you could call it that
the hair on my bare neck stood stiff and tall
I didn’t realize it then, in fact,
how close I was to danger all in all
I felt the rush of something…was it wind?
that shifted me out of the semi’s path
averting a collision much to death’s chagrin
I’ve no doubt angels spared me from his wrath
I shudder to this day each time I see
the street where death revealed himself to me!
~kat
Another Sonnet for NaPoWriMo 2019 Prompt #29: produce a poem that meditates, from a position of tranquility, on an emotion you have felt powerfully.
