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 C h r i s t m a s , or Chanukah , or K w a n z a a , 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

PROMPT #176 – “THE KINDNESS OF STRANGERS”

It’s been an interesting week in Buffalo, NY. The reports on the news showed the massive storm that had ravaged the area, dumping from a measly 8.5 inches in the city, to seven and a half feet in suburban areas.13 deaths are attributed to the storm.

I’ve heard reports of “enterprising” people charging up to $900 cash to clear a driveway, giving the “City of Good Neighbors” a few black eyes.

But you also heard many more stories verifying that moniker. People helping people, neighbor helping neighbor. Write of a situation where someone helped you when you needed help. Or write about your largess during someone’s distress.

My poem will be posted shortly.

LET IT SNOW?

snowed in

Thankfully this is NOT Walt’s door. I think…

While Walt’s in the throes of the lake-effect snows, and freezing white fluff stacks above his ‘stached nose, and he wails of the woes of his poor frigid toes: his internet service just froze.

It all blows.

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Have you SEEN the photos and reports of the Buffalo area? Poor Walt! And who is he thinking of? He’s thinking of you all, as you gather out here in the warm garden to pick up the In-form Poet Wednesday prompt and root out your poetic responses. Well, how about if we use these next few days to simply write poems that will pile up higher than the lake-effect snow, and warm his heart when he finally digs out.

Hugs across the miles to him, and to you all!

Marie Elena