INFORM POETS – TRIOLET

The triolet is a short poem of eight lines with only two rhymes used throughout. The requirements of this fixed form are straightforward: the first line is repeated in the fourth and seventh lines; the second line is repeated in the final line; and only the first two end-words are used to complete the tight rhyme scheme. Thus, the poet writes only five original lines, giving the triolet a deceptively simple appearance: ABaAabAB, where capital letters indicate repeated lines.

French in origin, and likely dating to the thirteenth century, the triolet is a close cousin of the rondeau, another French verse form emphasizing repetition and rhyme.

WALT’S ATTEMPT:

SINATRA SINGS

In a melancholy mood, Sinatra soothes.
His dulcet tones come smooth and hypnotic.
One of life’s salient truths,
in a melancholy mood, Sinatra soothes.
Sitting in my listening booth,
Frank’s “magic” is quixotic.
In a melancholy mood, Sinatra soothes.
His dulcet tones come smooth and hypnotic.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik

PROMPT #179 – “DROPPING A LINE AT HOLIDAY TIME”

This time of year we hear many wonderful songs that help us to celebrate the Christmas and Holiday season. Take a line from one to these songs, spiritual or secular, and make it the theme/title/line in your poem.

WALT’S LINE:

If you have the means

to be good for goodness sake,

for goodness sake, be!

 

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik, 2014

INFORM POETS – TERZANELLE

A terzanelle is a poetic form combining aspects of the villanelle and the terza rima. It is nineteen lines total, with five triplets and a concluding quatrain. The middle line of each triplet stanza is repeated as the third line of the following stanza, and the first and third lines of the initial stanza are the second and final lines of the concluding quatrain; thus, seven of the lines are repeated in the poem. The rhyme scheme and stanzaic structure are as follows (a capitalized letter indicates a line repeated verbatim):

ABA’
bCB
cDC
dED
eFE
fAFA’

 

WALT’S TERZANELLE:

JOHN LAYS DYING

The women folk are distraught; they’re crying
for a man knocking on the door.
Their tears fall as John lays dying.

It seems that we’ve been here before,
another Christmas time in grief
for a man knocking on the door.

Death comes stealing like a thief,
taking what he wants from life,
another Christmas time in grief.
   
A hard man to figure; a husband, father to my wife,
a grandfather held in the embrace of love
taking what he wants from life.

A fervent prayer to Him above
wanting to ease his suffering, end his pain.
A grandfather held in the embrace of love
 
and I stand vigil at this time again!
The women folk are distraught; they’re crying,
wanting to ease his suffering, end his pain.
Our tears fall as John lays dying.

© Walter J. Wojtanik, 2014

***I apologize for the lateness of the form. I currently sit at Brothers of Mercy Nursing Facility in Buffalo, in the Hospice ward. We are in constant vigil for my father-in-law, John Burkowski, to draw his last breath in this life. Suffering from cancer, a brain injury, Parkinson’s, dementia and in the throes of renal failure, John continues to hold onto life with a remarkable courage. We can only wait so long until emotion gets the best of us and we seek relief. My release comes in poetic forms. This poem depicts my state.

PROMPT #178 – “A DAY THAT WILL LIVE IN INFAMY”

73 years ago, the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor propelling the United States into World War II. Using that as your inspiration write your poem. You’re a survivor. You’re a place or thing. You are a memory waiting to be written.

WALT’S MOMENT:

REMEMBER

The Hawaiian skies are so blue,
flecks of clouds add contrast.
A Sunday morning that carries
no warning or cause for alarm.
No harm can come on a beautiful
day like today. You should live to
remember such days as this.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik, 2014

 

THE HOLIDAYS APPROACHETH!

Whether it’s Christmas, or Chanukah, or Kwanzaa, we are in the mind of celebrating the holiday that is dear to us. That includes family, food (and some drink) and gifts. We as poets love a good book. So it is time to present an opportunity to hawk your tomes and collections if you so wish. We agree hey make great gifts.

So, if you have a book to sell (of even swap, if you so choose) present your case in a comment and we’ll try to bring that together. Share a link to your page, or where the book can be had, and you will share your worded wonder with others. ‘Tis the season to be reading’! Ho! Ho! Ho! to borrow a line from a friend of mine!

INFORM POETS – VERS BEAUCOUP

Vers Beaucoup 

The Vers Beaucoup, a poem for created by Curt Mongold, which is French for “many rhymes”. Each stanza consists of four lines with a rhyming word scheme of:

a-a-a-
a-b-b-
b-c-c-
c-d-d

Each rhyme can only use a MAXIMUM of three words. The fourth “a” rhyme carried over to the second line causes enjambment and creates a strong internal rhyming structure. The poem can be any number of stanzas.

An example of the form with the rhyming words capitalized for clarity:

 

WALT’S EXAMPLE:

MIXED PRECIPITATION

I KNOW by the GLOW of the SNOW

a SHOW was SET to begin. But if we GET

WET then the RAIN is what will STAIN

and REMAIN to be FOUND on the GROUND all day!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik, 2014

PROMPT #177 – “A SPARK OF IDEAS”

Create a poem inspired by a line in a Margaret Atwood poem: “We Are Learning to Make Fire!” You determine what your “fire” is and tell us about it:

WALT’S FIRE STARTER:

WITH WORDS

I’ve learned to walk with words,
stroll with their sounds and rhythms.
Within them I have found my purpose,
to write in the verse that lives buried deeply.
I may stumble and fall, but all-in-all
I pick up where I left off and carry on.
On a poetic journey of life,
I learned to walk with words.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik, 2014