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 one Sweet Sad lady.
Guidelines for writing a Dansa Poem and Sweet Sad lady
*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.
Sweet Sad lady Sweet, sad lady hanging in the park. Was the situation so sad you couldn’t cry? Did you think the only way out was to die? Did you drag yourself there after dark? Sweet, sad lady hanging in the park. When did you get the idea in your head, You’d find a little peace after you were dead? Was your situation extremely stark? Sweet, sad lady hanging in the park I wonder if I saw you walking there Loaded down with a world of care While you still had a living spark Sweet, sad lady hanging in the park. Imagine our Sunday morning surprise When we heard about your demise The neighborhood dogs didn’t even bark Sweet, sad lady hanging in the park.
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Yes, the world is getting crazier every day, but we try to be sweet about each passing day, even if it is a little sad that the pandemic is still not over after two and half years…
So true. This poem is about a lady who hung herself at the park a block from our house. It was so sad. I think she must have felt like the world was out of control.
Sorry to hear that. The world is getting crazy, but still let’s keep our hope alive.