Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Poet Englyn

Someone's Son

Someone’s Son

Someone’s son buried alive.
Fighting wars evils contrive.
Mother’s joys cannot survive.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010

Poetic form:  Englyn
Poetic Form: Englyn Milwr (The Soldier’s Englyn) REFERENCES follow:
 http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://jpicforum.info/types-of-poetry/englyn-milwr-680.html

Lines: 3; Syllable count per line: 7,7,7; Rhyme pattern: A,A,A

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 26, 2010 at 3:43 PM Being a Mom with a young one leaving March 1st for the armed forces I can relate to this terror I will face every day while he is away... thankxxx for this sharing ...luv.. Linda-Marie..

Audrey Haick January 26, 2010 at 11:30 AM Dear Dane Ann, this is wonderful! Seems challenging but I'm up to it. Will give it a try! Thanks for imparting this knowledge. Have never heard of an Englyn! Thanks again for your kind comments on my poem. Peace and love, Audrey

Carolyn Devonshire January 26, 2010 at 9:31 AM This is awesome, Dane Ann, and you have mastered yet another verse form! Wish I had time to read all of the work you are posting today. I like this form and the way you approach it a lot! Love, Carolyn