what is undone
nor mend what is broken
A cinqku must always have 5 lines and a perfect seventeen-syllable count. The lines typically follow a 2,3,4,6,2 format. There is no title requirement on the second line. As for syntax and diction styles, it follows the free Tanka style originally. There are no metric requirements for a cinqku poem. Additionally, the final line must contain a cinquain or kireji turn for emphasis.
Sevenling (no regret)
though I’ve said, “no regret”,
there are things I do, like stupid
mistakes, selfish choices, unkind words
change it all, I would, if I could,
it wouldn’t matter, some do-overs
taste even more bitter the second time
forgiveness…grace are the only things that save me
The elements of the Sevenling are:
1. a heptastich, a poem in 7 lines made up of 2 tercets followed by a single line.
2. metered at the discretion of the poet.
4. composed with 3 complimentary images in the first tercet and 3 parallel images in the second tercet. The end line is a juxtaposed summary of the 2 parallels, a sort of “punchline”.
5. the poem should be titled “Sevenling: (first few words of poem).
the day you left
I can’t bring myself to close it, not yet
hoping that you might decide to come back
but I’m a fool
-kat – 9 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #9 -a Double Tetractys – 1/2/3/4/10/10/4/3/2/1)
Today I’m giving the Luc Bat a go. This poetry form is Vietnamese in origin and means “six-eight.” In fact, the poem consists of alternating lines of six and eight syllables. This poem is interesting in its rhyme scheme that renews at the end of every eight-syllable line and rhymes on the sixth syllable of both lines.
Here’s a diagram of how the first few lines of luc bat poems should rhyme:
I managed a few luc bats. The rhyme sequence is a bit tricky B but once I got the hang of it I wanted to keep going! Hope you will give this one a try! 😊
Here at the cusp of dawn
as dark of night moves on, I sigh
half asleep, buying time
Hit the snooze, close my eyes, distressed,
Toss and turn, try to rest
And then the sun, that pest, peeks through
The day awaits anew
There’s nothing left to do but rise.
It’s too late to regret
a deed once done and yet we try
“A do-over!” we cry,
as if we could deny our part
It cuts us to the heart
Releasing is an art, you know
the only way to grow
choose to learn, let it go, move on.
kat ~ 14 April 2016
A Six Word Story in response to Nicola Auckland of Sometimes Stellar Story Teller’s weekly challenge. This week’s Story Prompt is: REGRET. See other stories by clicking HERE and scrolling to the comment section.
She wished she had said, “no”.
kat ~ 17 March 2016