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indar wrote: ↑

Fri Mar 22, 2019 10:39 am

Yes you do---let's see, on a scale of 1 through 10--10 being a full blown sestina you get 3 points and so do I. What could snag a person 1 point? An "it" free poem.
 

Sestina! Ancient form poetry    Poetry by numbers, Sudoku....
If that sort of thing floats your boat that's cool, it's challenging...but I loath it.

Is it OK to admit you have favorites among your own poems? One of mine is a sestina I wrote about 12 years ago--but don't tell my other poems.

I had the six stanzas composed of six lines each but I didn't know the rules for the tercet at the end. After I joined MWC and posted what I had on that site Sio explaned tercets about six times before I caught on.

I actually like those repetitive forms for some reason--I say, for some reason I actually like repetitive forms --I like them.

 

If they make you happy Linda, that's cool 
No matter how hard I try I cannot see the attraction. 
To me it's like putting Caps on every line, and every poem has to rhyme...just repeating the past;
writing to some long deceased person's formula? 
As for Haiku...seriously! They're about as interesting as a Limerick and remind me of The Emperor's new clothes.
I prefer free verse. You'll never see me repeating stuff over and over again. I'll choose new and fresh topics every time...like death, and dying, and disease, and dying from different diseases and stuff   

This write is a watercolor, lovely image and sonics, just pleasing throughout. Much enjoyed, indar

Thank you for the read and kind comments Sharon. I'm looking forward to your wonderful writing during NaPo.

Phil should you happen by this thread again I noticed I missed your comments earlier. Thank you for the read and positive FB. Will you be joining us for NaPo as well?

indar wrote: ↑

Wed Mar 13, 2019 8:44 am

Isle of Pines

tips and sways 
on lily pad tiled water:
green circles float
succulent centers
visited by nectar seekers
flyiing out from shore
dizzy with sugar and sun sparkles.

Emerald spires distant,
dark and cool against burning blue,
hovered over by hot-air-balloons
blooming pastel in rising air.


Written without the word the

I delight in a poem that leaves out distracting articles. Lecram06
 

I am glad that this came back. It gets better with distance and time.
Dave