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poetry

A New Poetic Form?

carolyncordon

 A Tritern? I’m not sure if the poetic form of today’s poem I wrote today for the #poemadayfeb challenge, has an actual name, but Tritern is my attempt at giving it one, if it doesn’t already have one. It is a poetic form based a little on the Quatern (details for that style below)

Tritern:

9 lines, broken into 3 stanzas of three lines each
Each line has 9 syllables

The first line of the poem is the refrain,

In second stanza the refrain is the second line

In third (final) stanza refrain is final (third) line.

Rhyming or non rhyming as poet wishes.

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This is the Quatern: it has 16 lines broken up into 4 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas).

  1. Each line is comprised of eight syllables.
  2. The first line is the refrain. In the second stanza, the refrain appears in the second line; in the third stanza, the third line; in the fourth stanza, the fourth (and final) line.
  3. There are no rules for rhyming or iambics.

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OK, now onto my poem for the 20th of February 2019, based on/inspired by, thinking about people who are good people, but have been beaten down by life. They will brush themselves down, get up and give it another try, because they want to be the kind of person they would like and respect.
Life’s journey can be a difficult one, a marathon of rough terrain, but crossing the winning line in front of others is a fail, if you cross the line in a helicopter.

 

The theme is ‘Last’

 

Who are the Losers?

 

Coming last, losing, beaten by all,

humiliated, defeated, but

isn’t just trying, better than not?

 

If you won’t try, you shouldn’t mock those

coming last. Losing, beaten by all,

but winners ‘cos they gave it their best.

 

Life isn’t fair, and many will cheat,

& cheaters all fail at being good –

coming last, losing, beaten by all!

poetry

When Poem and Life Collide …

carolyncordon

I suspect things are happening inside my brain, that I am not aware of, until some time after they have happened. And one of the things happening, is when life and poem crash, Bang! into each other, and it becomes difficult to decide whether life is dictated to by the poem, or whether the poem is the thing in charge, and life follows as meekly as a lamb.

I am doing the #poemadayfeb thing that other poets around the place are also doing. This involves writing a new poem every day in February, and sharing/posting/whatever your poem, with others. I am putting my poem up here on this blog every day, on the day if possible or the next day, if it’s possible then. I’ve only missed one day so far, and posted the poem the next day.

Those following along on the #poemadayfeb adventure use poem prompts given. Today’s prompt was a poetic form, in which to write a poem, rather than a ‘thing’ to write a poem about. I’d never written a poem in this form previously, so I was very happy to give it a try, and even more pleased by how much I enjoyed writing today’s poem.

So today’s poem is a bit late, but I am definitely going to post it here on this website/blog, and here it is:

 

Lazy Day, With Rain …

 

Outside, the rain is pelting down

but I’m comfortable in here,

sitting at the kitchen table

with my plans for the day all set.

 

Feeling disinclined to move, when

outside the rain is pelting down …

and now the thought of coffee, comes,

so though rain’s now stopped, I’m still here.

 

But as I mentioned, I have plans

I have to meet, whether or not

outside the rain is pelting down,

so, coffee, then get on with it.

 

My plans though, they weren’t written down;

I wonder will it matter, if

I just remain here inside though

outside, no rain is pelting down …