my much meter is tripping too no time for rest; too much to do and when night falls I’m up past two I’d dream of sleep, if only
what bitter karma did I sow to reap this misery, this slow slow drip, struggle is all I know I heard the good die young
well, if that’s true I’m past my prime I’ve had enough of this lifetime I just want sleep, is that a crime? the cow jumped over the moon
~kat
The Ovi is a lyrical folk song form with one or more stanzas with the rhyme scheme AAAb; CCCd: EEEf, etc, with 8 or fewer syllables per line. Themes for the Ovi include love, social irony or heroic events.
The koolaid served was very strong lulling sleepy fools along to them, their guy could do no wrong but the truth will set them free.
~kat
At least I can hope. Stepping of the nature path I’ve been on of late to write about the long awaited glimmer of the potential of justice. I’m hesitant to breathe just yet, but the US headline this evening is good news for those of us who care about democracy and the rule of law. I may not be able to breathe just yet but I could be heard squeaking out a “yeah!”…oh alright it was a big YEAH! Finally. But tentatively hopeful the news of today makes a difference. Time will tell. The clock is ticking.
The Ovi, is a lyrical folk song form with one or more stanzas with the rhyme scheme AAAb; CCCd: EEEf, etc, with 8 or fewer syllables per line. Themes for the Ovi include love, social irony or heroic events.
I’ve settled softly into my skin it’s been a while since I was thin and when I smile I wear a double chin but I’m just right for grandma hugs!
~kat
Inspired by the Ovi, a lyrical folk song form with one or more stanzas with the rhyme scheme AAAb; CCCd: EEEf, etc, with 8 or fewer syllables per line. ( I bent the rules a bit on that last point, but I followed the rules for rhyme!) Themes for the Ovi include love, social irony or heroic events.
what mysterious voice whispers to fledgling ears, “it’s time my darling dears… it’s time to fly”
somehow they seem to know that they’re equipped with wings and how to use those things to ride the air
in just a few short weeks from egg to youth they grow ready, set, off they go nest, left empty
~kat
Abhanga
Abhanga are written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. Don’t forget to title your poem.
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