Tag Archives: Tetractys

Come…Death – a Sextuple Tetractys

Liberty – Gee Vaucher. Gouache and pencil on paper.

come
piper
to collect
your witless souls
those wide-eyed fools who believed they were “us”
not the vile “them’s” you promised to crush
while erecting
monuments
in your
name
walls
not meant
to keep “them”
out, but rather
set in rock and sand, a symbol of our
blackened heart, Liberty with beacon snuffed
her golden door
shuttered to
the tired
poor
lies
entrenched
dishonesty
celebrated
plunder stockpiled by those who have plenty
the masses damned, played their pathetic hands
and lost the deal
forced to fold
hope is
death

~kat – 16 March 2017
(A Sextuple Tetractys Poem)


On The Cusp of Spring


spring
buds bloom
on the cusp
as winter looms
a stubborn squatter with a frosty bite

~kat – 13 February 2017
(A Tetractys)


April Poetry Month ~ A Poem a Day #17

The Tetractys, is today’s poetry form. It’s an invented form 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.

Ray Stebbing had this to say about his inspiration for the Tetractys: “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.”

It’s a simple form with no rhyme constraints; just follow the syllable rules. It’s the perfect poetry form for a restful Sunday morning. I came up with a  few.

If there were spiritual advice columns…

“Soul
Seeking
Nirvana”
Find lasting peace
By refusing to entertain Ego.

yielding 

Trees
Extend
To heaven
And burrow deep
Extremes of longing, that bend on a breeze.

Digital Wet Blanket

You
And me
This moment
Eternity….
Love is in bloom; we must take a selfie!

kat ~ 17 April 2016