It’s the fifth Tuesday of the month! This is our chance to work with a specific syllabic poetry form. But let’s do something different this time.
First, choose your favorite syllabic poetry form. Write your poem.
Next, give your poem some different characteristics to make it something different. You can change the syllable count, rhyme scheme (add or get rid of it), anything you want to create a new form. Write this poem.
Give your new syllabic poetry form a name.
I have chosen to do a cinquain. My twist is it rhymes on each line.
The American cinquain is an unrhymed, five-line poetic form defined by the number of syllables in each line—the first line has two syllables, the second has four, the third six, the fourth eight, and the fifth two (2-4-6-8-2). They are typically written using iambs.
I call my rhyming Cinquain a Ringquain.
Father to Son.
Wisdom Father to son Beauty of the heart won. Love and guidance all mixed with fun. Is done.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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Great job, Sis!!! 💜
Thank you 💜
Yay, Willow! This was great fun. It’s so fun to get creative like this. Not the same old thing. I need to spice it up more often. LOL! 😀
I loved it Colleen 💜
I did too. I thought it was great fun. It got me thinking in different ways!
A exercise for the brain 🧠 ☺️💜
It’s good for us. 😀 Doesn’t seem like anyone but about four of us wants to meet online to read poetry. If that’s the case, it should be easy to set up. I’ll let you know. ❤
That’s a shame it’s so few but if we can make it work it may well grow 💜
Love and guidance mixed with fun! Clearly, both father and son are wise. Great job, Willow
My youngest and his eldest 💜💜
That was my favorite line, “love and guidance mixed with fun.”
Thank you 💜, that’s how my son raises his children, that’s how we tried to, too.
That was my favourite line too!
Very nice, Willow. I like your rhymes and your sentiments.
Thank you Susan I do try 💜
Nicely done. 🕊️
Thank you 💜
Simply love your sentiment, Willow.
A lovely poem, Willow.
Thank you 💜
Beautifully done, Willow!
Thank you 💜
Most welcome, Willow. ❤️
Lovely and succinct.
Thank you 💜
Youngest son, eldest grandson.
Thank you 😊❤️
Nice twist to add rhyming and a great message 🙂
Thank you, the thought was inspired by the photo taken by my daughter in law of my youngest son and his eldest son… The photo is only of their hands but it says so much.💜
It’s a beautiful photo that does capture the amazing and loving relationship of a father and son 🙂
I am so proud of all our sons but our youngest and his wife have such a beautiful way with their boys .💜
I really liked this Willow. Well done. 🙂
Thank you Marjorie I am pleased with it 💜
Thank you 💜
Great fun Willow.. ♥