We float, we wake, we breathe, we scream
Search for the dream
And all we find
Opens the mind
Yet all the choices that we make
In no time take
As El Sol sighs
‘Til we close eyes
When the heart beats for last time
Its mortal chime
That now is done
With Earth we’re one
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Poetry Form: The Minute Poem
Today at dVerse Poets Pub, Grace tends the bar challenges us to take a sixty seconds, or so, to form a Minute Poem.
The Minute Poem, created by Verna Lee Hinegardner, once poet laureate of Arkansas, is a 60 syllable verse form, one syllable for each second in a minute.
It has the following rules…
1. narrative poetry.
2. a 12 line poem made up of 3 quatrains. (3 of 4-line stanzas)
3. syllabic, 8-4-4-4 8-4-4-4 8-4-4-4 (First line has 8 syllables of each stanza. Remaining lines has 4 syllables in each stanza)
4. rhymed, rhyme scheme of aabb ccdd eeff.
5. description of a finished event (preferably something done is 60 seconds).
6. is best suited to light verse, likely humorous, whimsical or semi-serious.
Yeah, about numbers 5 and 6 – I heard Melpomene scoff “What’s a minute to the sun?” in my mind and knew Muse, being contrary, was going to kick “humorous, whimsical or semi-serious” to the curb. I just write the report.
Powerful thoughts expressed well…
Thank you, Ain.
You rocked this one minute form. Superb.
In the blink of an eye…
Very true. Thanks.
Wowsers! Powerful lines and what stunning imagery all around your website! I shall return …
Why thank you. Enjoy!
Philosophical with a kind of light feel to it. I like how you compare our lives from moving from dawn to dusk.
This is deeply poignant, Raivenne! I especially admire the closing lines. 💝💝
Thank you, Sanaa.
In the entirety of time, we live but the blink of an eye, but that blink takes on radiant importance to us. I’m glad our atoms are recycled within time’s scope. There is something reassuring about it.
Very reassuring. Thank you.
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I love specially the last stanza. We all make life’s choices but in the end, when it all done, we are one with Earth.
We are indeed. Thank you.
This has a mystical quality that I like very much. I so drawn to the haunting, searching, running toward sorts of phrasing. You did great justice to this prompt.
Thank you, Liesl.
Becoming part of earth is not a bad ending really.