E - Elevenie

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An Elevenie is a short poem with just eleven words in five lines.  It is also called an Elfchen.  "Elf" is German for eleven, and "chen" is a term of endearment and denotes something small.  Each line in an Elevenie has two specific requirements. 

First, what words are used:

1 - a thought, object, color, etc. (some instructions list this as just a noun)

2 - what does that word in line one do?

3 - where is that word, or how is it?

4 - what do you mean by that?

5 - What is the result? 

Second, how many words in each line.

1 - 1

2 - 2

3 - 3

4 - 4

5 - 1

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Breezes


Breezes

bring scent

from the mountains.

Herbal aromas to heal.

Serenity.

 

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Comments

  1. Iain KellyApril 6, 2021 at 9:44 AM

    Very peaceful! Enjoying this education on different kinds of poems.
    https://iainkellywriting.com/2021/04/06/the-state-trilogy-a-z-guide-e/

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  2. Writing SparkleApril 6, 2021 at 10:05 AM

    I had not heard of an Elfchen before. The poem is lovely, very peaceful and calm.

    Stopping in from A to Z: https://writingiscommunication.wordpress.com/2021/04/06/e-erase/#comment-4742

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    1. LisaApril 7, 2021 at 1:26 PM

      Thank you. I learned about a lot of new forms researching the letters.

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  3. CrackerberriesApril 6, 2021 at 11:18 AM

    Wonderful to learn something new every day. Elfchen seems similar to a haiku. I had to give it a shot.

    Coffee
    Brings flavor
    Fresh ground beans
    Espresso and ice cream
    Affogato

    What do you think? Cheers,
    Crackerberries

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    1. LisaApril 7, 2021 at 1:27 PM

      I like it! Espresso and ice cream! Affogato sounds wonderful.

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  4. Anne E.G. NydamApril 7, 2021 at 12:36 PM

    I never heard of this one before. Seems like a fun little one. Thanks!
    Black and White: E for Eden

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    1. LisaApril 7, 2021 at 1:28 PM

      Not my favorite form, but then again, an E!

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