My Poem: Forms: Abecedarian: Gen
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Title: Forms
Poetic Form: Abecedarian
Rating: Gen
Length: 234
ars poetica, it’s just what a poem is
blues stanza, for when the day takes more than it gives
clerihew, a name which rhymes and chimes like Saint Paul’s
doggerel, the dross when it’s flushed from Muse’s stalls
epitaph, a closing statement written in stone
found poems, when arranged, make more known of the known
ghazal, an Arabic ode sweetly twined in pairs
haiku, a Japanese set which cuts as it bares
Italian sonnet, cries ‘father’ twice ere the turn
jue ju, from a terse Chinese wick lights a bright burn
kennings poem, which never calls a spade a spade
limericks, skip along in amusing parade
morningsong, the lyrical croon of the lark
nonsense poem, obbledy, cobbledy, glob nark
ode, much like ice cream, comes in many different flavours
pantoum, double braid with refrain the ear savours
quantern, a birdsong trill which echoes through four boughs
rispetto, bestowing respect as verse allows
sestina, at sixes, not sevens, and a three
terza rima, its rhymes frog-jumping happily
utterance, the unanchored and the emotive
villanelle, which cants like a flickering votive
waka, verse in Japanese, tanka in tomes
xenolith, a pair which fit like the teeths of combs
ya-du, a Burmese quintain painting time of year
zejel, a Moorish heirloom, passed from then to here
poetry, for every land, space, and sea, in every season
poetry, from A to Z, with (and without) rhyme and reason
Poetic Form: Abecedarian
Rating: Gen
Length: 234
ars poetica, it’s just what a poem is
blues stanza, for when the day takes more than it gives
clerihew, a name which rhymes and chimes like Saint Paul’s
doggerel, the dross when it’s flushed from Muse’s stalls
epitaph, a closing statement written in stone
found poems, when arranged, make more known of the known
ghazal, an Arabic ode sweetly twined in pairs
haiku, a Japanese set which cuts as it bares
Italian sonnet, cries ‘father’ twice ere the turn
jue ju, from a terse Chinese wick lights a bright burn
kennings poem, which never calls a spade a spade
limericks, skip along in amusing parade
morningsong, the lyrical croon of the lark
nonsense poem, obbledy, cobbledy, glob nark
ode, much like ice cream, comes in many different flavours
pantoum, double braid with refrain the ear savours
quantern, a birdsong trill which echoes through four boughs
rispetto, bestowing respect as verse allows
sestina, at sixes, not sevens, and a three
terza rima, its rhymes frog-jumping happily
utterance, the unanchored and the emotive
villanelle, which cants like a flickering votive
waka, verse in Japanese, tanka in tomes
xenolith, a pair which fit like the teeths of combs
ya-du, a Burmese quintain painting time of year
zejel, a Moorish heirloom, passed from then to here
poetry, for every land, space, and sea, in every season
poetry, from A to Z, with (and without) rhyme and reason
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Date: 2021-04-02 12:46 am (UTC)I love this line.
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Date: 2021-04-02 05:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-04-02 12:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-04-02 02:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-04-03 04:03 am (UTC)Dammit, I just lately read an abecedarian poem I think you might enjoy, BUT WHERE. I wish I had thought to send it to you at the time! In my defense, I think I happened on it in the midst of all the recent medical nonsense.
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Date: 2021-04-03 04:31 am (UTC)Like acrostics, abecedarians can be very cool. Sometimes I tend to dismiss them as like forms for children but they needn't be.
You've been very distracted! But I hope things are settling down and the recovery is in full swing.
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Date: 2021-04-11 07:08 pm (UTC)I need to expand my range :-)
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Date: 2021-04-12 01:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-04-14 11:33 am (UTC)