Highland Park

Okay, so I had so much fun exploring the Breccbairdne, Blackout, and Brady’s Touch world of poems in March I decided to carry it over into April. I felt like I didn’t learn enough about these varied writing styles, and I plan to carry on this poetic adventure while the buds start blooming on the trees. I still have many pages left to use from the pages of Mr. Chartwell by Rebecca Hunt. It would be a shame to allow them to go to waste. I’m starting to learn important lessons about meter and rhythm. I’m searching every corner of my mind for new inspiration. It almost feels like I’m running an intellectual marathon. Let’s get started. This poem is a Brady’s Touch poem I called Highland Park.

Brady’s Touch and

Okay, so I had so much fun exploring the Breccbairdne, Blackout, and Brady’s Touch world of poems in March I decided to carry it over into April. I felt like I didn’t learn enough about these varied writing styles, and I plan to carry on this poetic adventure while the buds start blooming on the trees. I still have many pages left to use from the pages of Mr. Chartwell by Rebecca Hunt. It would be a shame to allow them to go to waste. I’m starting to learn important lessons about meter and rhythm. I’m searching every corner of my mind for new inspiration. It almost feels like I’m running an intellectual marathon. Let’s get started. This poem is a Brady’s Touch poem I called Highland Park.

Brady’s Touch and Highland Park

Brady’s Touch

Maryann-Merryweather Travis created the Brady’s Touch style of poetry in November 2006 to honor Allen Brady. This style of poetry is a 2 stanza 10-line poem. It follows the pattern listed below, but sometimes I break the rules and add two more stanzas for fun.

1. 2 quintets or 5-line stanza with a specific rhyme and syllable count

2. Each stanza follows the same pattern 9-9-8-8-2 syllables

3. Rhyme scheme is abcde abfde

4. The second stanza should be a replica of the first in the length of lines and rhyme.

Highland Park

Towering trees and a covered bridge
A winding creek that floods every spring
A wet warm place where the geese live
A colorful place where kids play
Dreaming

My first kiss up on the rustic ridge
Lost love that made my helpless heart sing
So many things don’t matter now
Th3 hands of time brush it away
Betraying

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