It’s time to get decked out in all your poetic finery because today we’re revisiting The Stylish Poet category! (Is that a boo/hiss I hear?)
One of the hardest things for me is crawling out of the comfort zone of rhyme. Rhyming comes naturally to me because from my teens to my thirties, I wrote over 100 of the nicest songs you’ll never hear. Some poetry prompts lend themselves so easily to a rhyming scheme that I have to force myself to go in a different direction. As a result, I spend a good bit of time searching for poetic forms that rely solely on syllable count.
The Etheree is one of the least complicated non-rhyming forms: ten lines with a corresponding 1 to 10 syllable count. You can reverse it, double it, triple it or even quadruple it. What could be more fun? Well, probably a lot of things, but while you wait for them to come along, feel free to Etheree with glee!
EXPOSED
Lights
flicker
in windows,
their reflections
a foreboding dance.
Solemnly, streets begin
to glow a twilight warning.
Shadows outrun their sheer brilliance,
afraid disguises will be unveiled
by these fragments of illumination.
© Susan Schoeffield
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The perfect form for me to express a special morning – alone time…sigh. 🙂
https://wordrustling.wordpress.com/2015/03/09/ethereal/
Thank you for this form, Susan…love it!
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“an electric hue”, “blue bud of possibility” – wonderful words to capture the dawning of a new day! Great poem, Hannah!
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Thank you so much, Susan! You picked my favorite parts! 🙂
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Oh! I like how ours are so similar yet so different!
Love the way light plays out in your poem, Susan. 🙂
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Thanks, Hannah. From sunrise to sunset, looks like we’ve got the whole day covered!
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https://georgeplaceblog.wordpress.com/2015/03/11/grandpa/
Susan – Shadows outrun their sheer brilliance lends relief from the foreboding. Very nicely done.
Hannah – It’s an electric hue…. blue bud of possibility… perfect image. I love this birthing poem.
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What a warm and loving tribute to your grandfather! Your poem is an uplifting story of true love. Thank you so much for this, Debi. It will stay with me a long time.
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