how gently
dusk descends
like a hug
lullaby
of angels…
all is well
close your eyes
take a breath
dream of dawn
~kat
Tricubes
Here are the rules of tricubes:
• Each line contains three syllables.
• Each stanza contains three lines.
• Each poem contains three stanzas.
So we’re talking cubes in mathematical terms (to the third power). No rules for rhymes, meter, etc. Just three, three, and three.
memories
prick my heart
with sadness
wistful thoughts
missing those
departed
but then joy
sweeps o’er me
and I smile
~kat
Tricubes
Here are the rules of tricubes:
• Each line contains three syllables.
• Each stanza contains three lines.
• Each poem contains three stanzas.
So we’re talking cubes in mathematical terms (to the third power). No rules for rhymes, meter, etc. Just three, three, and three.
a light breeze
cools my skin
warm to touch
sweet fragrance
of roses
wafting by
joyful sound
of birdsong,
me…breathing
~kat
Happy Monday! New week, new form. This week we’re exploring the Tricube. It’s an interesting form, slightly challenging, but ultimately satisfying to write. Here’s how to write a Tricube:
Tricubes
Here are the rules of tricubes:
• Each line contains three syllables.
• Each stanza contains three lines.
• Each poem contains three stanzas.
So we’re talking cubes in mathematical terms (to the third power). No rules for rhymes, meter, etc. Just three, three, and three.
Whew!!! This week’s ReVerse poem is a whopper. I’ll blame it on the Landay, and the gut-wrenching, emotional, evocative tone of this short, sharp, to the point form. I’m not sure this stream of lines makes sense this week, except…it is very much like life itself. The highs, the lows, the joys, the sorrows, the incredible amount of grace it takes to get up every morning and do this thing called living again and again. The grace it takes to find gratefulness in being granted one more go at it. Peaceful journey to you. Remember to breathe and don’t be afraid to feel the feels! It makes life, all of it, worth living!
ReVerse Poem ~ Sunday, May 21, 2023
when I smile, it’s me being kind, not flirtation.
In my youth, god was a mean, old man...
The blood of children is on your hands
birthing is a beautiful, exhilarating mess.
There are women I don’t understand,
How are we so different from them,
My love knows me well, every cell
Do not kiss me only with your mouth
it’s the pleasure you take harming innocent lives.
a weapon of hate wielded by carpetbaggers
I’m afraid if I tell you the truth
We are not free, to feel what we feel
even in her distress, she weeps grace-filled fragrant tears.
~kat
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time.
How sweet the scent of grass, freshly sheared,
even in her distress, she weeps grace-filled fragrant tears.
~kat
I have so enjoyed the Landay this week. It’s an evocative, bold form that truly gives the writer permission to say what needs to be said. Perhaps even a way to say out loud what others wish they had the nerve to say! It’s been a good week. I am glad to now have the Landay in my notebook. I’m sure I will revisit it again. But for now, it’s time to explore another form. Tomorrow we will explore the Tricube! Stay tuned!
Landay – The Landay is the poetic form of Afghan women. The poem is 22 syllables long and contains 2 lines. 9 syllables in the first and 11 in the second. Rhyme is not specifically called for but a great many do rhyme at the end of each line. Subjects can include, but are not limited to, war, separation, homeland, grief, or love.
Pronunciation/Etymology. In Pashto, “landay (LAND-ee)” means “short, poisonous snake,” likely an allusion to its minimal length and use of sarcasm. Landays (or landai) often criticize traditions and gender roles.
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