Verse in metred word makes our inner voices heard
With image,cadence and tone we signature it our own,
Individual and distinct as dna
For all to see,our personality,writ large each day.
Note : a double coupled form (IE quatrain) in Thomas Wyatt(1502-42) poulter's measure style 12/14 syllable lines.
Categories:
metred, poetry, word play,
Form: Didactic
Verse in metred word makes our inner voices heard
With image,cadence and tone we signature it our own,
Individual and distinct as dna
For all to see,our personality,writ large each day.
Categories:
metred, poetry, word play,
Form: Quatrain
Verse in metred word makes our inner voices heard
With image,cadence and tone we signature it our own,
Individual and distinct as dna
For all to see,our personality,writ large each day.
Categories:
metred, poetry, word play,
Form: Verse
Verse in metred word makes our inner voices heard
With image,cadence and tone we signature it our own,
Individual and distinct as dna
For all to see,our personality,writ large each day.
a doubled pm couplet
Categories:
metred, poetry, word play,
Form: Quatrain
Great poetry is spoilt in heroic times
That go unsung on emotional climes,
In rhythm-laden occurrences in life's
Countless merrymakings and strifes.
And so why do we say crisp verse
Comes rarer than the bluest rose?
Is not your deep-piercing tear of woe
Full of as much rhyme as its source?
But there's painful absence of a patient pen
Ready to immortalise varying deeds of men
In freshest tones and in fine-metred lines,
In memorable turns and high-troped signs.
A thousand sweet odes unspeaking lie
In your sorrow-filled text to a lost friend;
And millions of muted epics sadly sigh
In killing failures into successes turned.
Every raw impulse of life and fleeting breath
Sings one trillion sonnets on love and death.
Categories:
metred, art,
Form: Lyric
Great poetry is spoilt in heroic times
That go unsung on emotional climes,
In rhythm-laden occurrences in life's
Countless merrymakings and strifes.
And so why do we say crisp verse
Comes rarer than the bluest rose?
Is not your deep-piercing tear of woe
Full of as much rhyme as its source?
But there's painful absence of a patient pen
Ready to immortalise varying deeds of men
In freshest tones and in fine-metred lines,
In memorable turns and high-troped signs.
A thousand sweet odes unspeaking lie
In your sorrow-filled text to a lost friend;
And millions of muted epics sadly sigh
In killing failures into successes turned.
Every raw impulse of life and fleeting breath
Sings one trillion sonnets on love and death.
Categories:
metred, art,
Form: Lyric
Verse in metred word makes our inner voices heard
With image,cadence and tone we signature it our own,
Individual and distinct as dna
For all to see,our personality,writ large each day.
Note form quatrain form in a poulter's measure style
Categories:
metred, life, poetry,
Form: Quatrain
Verse in metred word makes my inner voice heard
individual and distinct as dna..
to bring a novel verse to the poetry scene
Inspired by Constance contest
Categories:
metred, poetry,
Form: Alexandrine
Verse in metred word makes our inner voices heard
With image,cadence and tone we signature it our own,
Individual and distinct as dna
For all to see,our personality,writ large each day.
Note form quatrain form in a poulter's measure style
Categories:
metred, on writing and words
Form: Quatrain