I - I Invented

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 I – I Invented

No, not too many Is!  This is an invented form that I created as a prompt last April for Tanka Tuesday.  We were asked to create a from with 65 syllables. I called it The Five and Dime due to the syllable counts being 5s and 10s.  

The "rules" are simple.  It may have a title if you wish.  If you use the form, please credit me!

* 9 lines

* syllables 10/5/10/10/5/10/5/5/5 

* rhyme abaababbb (or, the 10 syllable lines have one rhyme, the 5 syllable a different rhyme)

Unfortunately, the poem I wrote is based on the true story of March's pea bed. 



On this near spring morning I check the peas,

hoping to see green. 

Chilly cold, my hood up against the breeze,

I hope.  Gardening holds no guarantees. 

The nights have still been

long and dark, no suspension of dawn's freeze.

Not a sprout is seen.

In their place a scene,

a stray cat latrine 

©2024 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved


Comments

  1. Frewin55April 10, 2024 at 7:40 AM

    I like that form and may give it a go sometime (crediting you of course) - bummer about the frost and the cats...

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  2. Anne E.G. NydamApril 16, 2024 at 11:42 AM

    I like that you added rhyme to the syllable count, but condolences on the peas!
    https://nydamprintsblackandwhite.blogspot.com/2024/04/magical-botany-i.html

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