I skidded into July without even tapping the brakes. Time seems to slip through my fingers the further I travel down the road. I decided to take a pit stop at the poetic form called a Dansa. This style of poetry, known as an Occitan (the official language of Catalonia) this form has no set meter. This lyrical poetry style comes from the Occitan words for “to dance.” I called this Dansa Poem Rooster Said.
Guidelines for writing a Dansa Poem and Rooster Said
*Opening quintain (Or five-line stanza) followed by quatrains (or four-lined stanzas)
*The opening line of the first stanza is the final line of every stanza
*Rhyme scheme in the opening stanza: AbbaA (Capitol represents the refrain
*Rhyme scheme in the other stanzas: bbaA
There are no other rules.
Note: I will also be adding Black Out Poems as we go along the way. I plan to keep using this style until the book I’m using runs out of pages for me to play with to create these unique and visual poems. I’m excited about jogging down this road.
Rooster Said “I don’t feel old,” Rooster said Gazing at his elderly reflection Face wrinkled beyond perfection “I’d rather be twenty instead.” “I don’t feel old,” Rooster said. “Young folks shouldn’t ought to talk I used to be the cock of the walk That was back when I was grain fed I don’t feel old,” Rooster said. “My baby chicks want to put me out to pasture That doesn’t sound good for my future It fills my heart with worry and dread I don’t feel old,” Rooster said. I’m not a young chick anymore That old rooster still makes my heart sore He’s along way from being cripple or dead “I don’t feel old,” Rooster’s chick said.
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I’m sorry yer young unscare gett’n cocky. Mine too. She’s just waiting off in the wings for a fall or that next misunderstanding to get me behind an observation window, with her smirking face in front of it and no curtain. Respect for the aged? Opposite of! Fight the good fight, sister and brother.
Love, love, love this poem. Oh, I hate when time passes so fast. And it is 2022. Life goes on, no matter what.
Thank you.
In my head I’m still a kid, lols. My body has other ideas! 😂 Love this, Molly 💕🙂
Thank you.
Sounds like you are writing my bio! :>) Great poem. Does the old rooster make you sore… or soar!?
He can make me happy and mad. When I wrote the poem I was mad.
Ha Ha… I can’t imagine!
He can be a cranky old rooster at times.