Tonight at the pub, Björn tends bar and sets the eye on a quadrille.
A quadrille, is simply a poem of 44 words, excluding the title. It can be in any form, rhymed or unrhymed, metered, or unmetered. You MUST use the word “eye” or some form of the word in your poem.
Before me Its emptiness Is indeed a shock Remnants of its past fullness Cling in memory to mock
The fault Lays with me I cannot quibble Once full bag of crisps now done Thought I’d have a nibble Lost the bet on that one
“Lays Chips: betcha can’t eat just one“
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #145: Nibble
dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Tonight at the pub, Mish tends bar and gives us a a little something to nibble in a quadrille prompt.
I plead the fifth on whether the above poem is based on real or recent events.
A quadrille, is simply a poem of 44 words, excluding the title. It can be in any form, rhymed or unrhymed, metered, or unmetered. You MUST use the word “nibble” or some form of the word in your 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.
Tonight at the pub, Merrill tends bar and gives us a shivering invite for a quadrille.
A quadrille, is simply a poem of 44 words, excluding the title. It can be in any form, rhymed or unrhymed, metered, or unmetered. You MUST use the word “shiver” or some form of the word in your poem.
The path was wrong to travel I know The seeds of which he did sow A darkness harvested to seep In full regret of the fruit he reaps
I’ll take you there is heard…
It is too much
He vales to his knees to ponder
If the means will be forgiven to cope With a prayer, he does dare hope That he will not be left to wail and wallow He closes his eyes in faith and follows
Oh!
I’ll take you there is heard…
It is too little
He opens his eyes in wonder
The core of his soul is shaken To learn he was mistaken He aimed his pleas to a gate higher But is led to a lower pit of fire
He knows the ‘there’ he deserves is the one he’ll see.
The horns of the hunt echoed across the snow The air cold and crisp with its biting sting Such is the path this winter does sow But the chase was on, we felt not a thing
Ah ho! Ah ho! A hunting we go! The horns! The horns! Our tales echo!
Aye, with patience we stalked our quarry We laid in the deep snow at readiness Kills decisive and quick, never we tarry Our arrows loud in the emptiness
Through trees and brush, for buck and doe The horns! The horns! Our tales echo!
The necessities are done to prepare and pack We lift our horn so loud to blow Work done we celebrate and travel back For to our homes we the wearied go
Our horns lay tell of successful tow The horns! The horns! Our tales echo!
Our host Dylan provides the first line, we get to write whatever comes afterward. Length, genre, and structure are completely up to us. We are feel free to modify the line as we see fit, adding punctuation, quotes, or other bits if so desired. Or for more of a challenge, change nothing.
The line for this week is: The horns of the hunt echoed across the snow.
All day and night I want of you – I Want so deeply that “want” Is too trite a word – this To me, my very breath – is to Be in this love – to be Yours and yours only Forever and a day
What you ask of me, I ignore it all Yes, I submit easily, but I Don’t want what you want This moment is all there is This is all I want – to Have you now – to be Yours and only yours But only for tonight
Lillian is hosting Tuesday Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub where she shares her love of how one word leads to another in crossword puzzles and their cousins in style: Acrostic Poetry.
In Word Acrostic poetry the first word or the last word of each line in a single stanza poem spells out a message.
Lillian has created an Acrostic Plus where the first letter of each line in the first stanza spells out one or more words, while the last letter of each line in the next stanza spells out something different, and so on, but together there is one message.
We’re challenged to either write a poem that in some way relates to a puzzle, includes the word “puzzle”; or try our hand at an Acrostic poem. I combine a Word Acrostic with Lillian’s Acrostic Plus to tell a familiar tale of Mars and Venus,
The monotetra, a poetic form created by Michael Walker, must be written in tetrameter, either iambic or trochaic, approximately 8 syllables per line. Each stanza is a quatrain (four lines), that is monorhymed. The fourth line of each stanza must be a dimeter, or 4-syllable phrase, that is repeat twice.
The stanza structure:
Line 1: 8 syllables; A1 Line 2: 8 syllables; A2 Line 3: 8 syllables; A3 Line 4: 4 syllables, repeated; A4, A4
This poem can be as short as 1 or 2 quatrains and as long as a poet wishes.
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