Hooray! Spring is officially here. I’ve started to see flowers poking their way from the ground. The scenery is greening, and the trees won’t be naked for long. I decided to start the month of April writing Diminished Hexaverse poems. I’ve never attempted this style, but it could be an exciting adventure in meter and word placement. It would be helpful if my muse made an appearance. I’ve heard rumors that he was booked in the delinquent Muse jail on a DWI charge. We need to have a long talk if he ever makes bail. I look forward to the challenge of writing in this style during April. I call this poem Cemetery in the Spring.
Diminished Hexaverse and Cemetery in the Spring
What is a Diminished Hexaversa poem? I’ve read several definitions of what makes up one of these poems. The easiest way to explain the process is as follows.
- The poem typically consists of five stanzas
- Five lines = stanza one
- Four lines = stanza two
- Three lines= stanza three
- Two lines = stanza four
- One line = stanza five
- This form might have more than five stanzas.
- The syllables correspond to the number of lines in the stanza.
It sounds like a simple form of poetry, but the writing could turn complex as the month unfolds.
Cemetery in the Spring Lone yellow tulip Warmed by the noon sun. And three red balloons Tied to a headstone, Dancing in the wind. Concrete angel Watching over Graves of the Souls long time dead. Trees with spring Colors white And pastel Pinks and Bright greens Sway.
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Thanks for sharing this idea Anita
Thank you.
I am not swayed
By white tulips
Sprouted from the ground
By memories
Of Lived Ones
For memories
Are thoughts
And feelings
Seeking to possess
I stay outside the fence
And walk by
Never opening the gate
The colors May entice
Yet they are tethered too
A stone so heavy to lift
beutiful.
Beautiful poem, Molly. The form captures the mood perfectly ❤️
Thank you.
Somber but bittersweet. The perfect balance.
Sad but so sweet Molly!
Thank you.
You’re welcome!