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
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May Day 2
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
May Day 1
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
February Poem #15
Well, I noticed that I completely lost my mind yesterday regarding the format of my fancy invented poetry form, the horatiodet, and missed the mark. I suppose I could blame it on a chocolate high, but after perusing the other offerings this month it seems I’ve missed it a few times! Apparently the horatiodet is harder to pull off than it looks! In yesterday’s case, the final line should have rhymed with the previous line, not the first. As a reminder, the horatiodet is a 5-line mini ode with a syllable count of 5-7-7-5-9 and a rhyme scheme of ababb (not ababa). At any rate, my mistake did not seem to diminish the effectiveness of the poem. But time to get back on track, no looking back, no regrets…
…to amended regrets
if i could i would
forgive myself, my mistakes,
leave the past behind, i should,
but stalled in the wake
of regret there are amends to make
~kat
February Poem #11
…to a spork
it’s a portmanteau
with breakable, too short tines,
and plastic bowl, too shallow
spoon and fork combined
good for neither, needs a redesign
~kat
Can you tell I’m not a fan of these clumsy hybrid utensils. I’d rather eat with my fingers than fight with one of these things! I should note that there have been a number of redesigns since it first came on the scene in the late 19th century. They all look rather odd, and equally useless. Though some have been given longer tines (apparently I’m not the only one bothered by that design flaw!) which does, I suppose improve the fork function. But…what’s wrong with toting a spoon and a fork if that’s what you need? It’s not like they take up a lot of space. Just a thought. 😉🤣
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