A long time ago, I made the Collatz poetic form, which was just about as nerdy as it gets when it comes to poetic forms. But tonight, after several cups of coffee, I have come up with an even nerdier (by that, I mean super cool) poetic form called the Bytelle. Continue reading
The Disquottet. It’s a poetic form I made up. Basically, you take any one famous quotation (or any quotation you like) and you construct a poem using only the words in said quotation, presenting it in the same sequence, repeating as many times as desired. Continue reading
As a poet, I am enamored by Poe’s writing. There is something about the dark—yet oddly humorous—quality of his words that grabs me; lures me into a web of . . . joy. Strange how that is, isn’t it?
When I look at art today, and I try to think of some semblance of Poe, what comes to mind is the Batman. Think about it. Bruce Wayne had a grim start to his life. A grim present with all the mayhem in Gotham. And, of course, a lot of the characters in the comic are a bit mentally deranged.
Of course, we all know what the Collatz Conjecture is. Wait. You don’t? Man, have you been missing out on some serious fun! (If by “fun,” you mean restless nights spending many an hour of your lifetime wasting away wondering whether the Collatz Conjecture is correct, then yes. Fun.)
You begin with a natural number n. If n is even, divide it by 2; if n is odd, then multiply n by 3 and add 1. You repeat the process indefinitely; the conjecture is that whatever number you start with, you will always end up at 1.
When I found out about the Colltaz Conjecture, I knew I had to make a poetic form out of it.
Okay so, I realized that though I’ve not made much progress in my writing career, I have much to be thankful for. I have friends to thank. My family. Our two dogs. My best friend and personal editor. My then- but now-ex-boyfriend. E-publishing (a last resort I’m open to).There are so many people and things to be thankful to and for!
That’s what inspired me to make the Gratielle, an original poetic form, the name of which is derived from Latin Gratia. As the haiku’s theme revolves around things nature-related, so the Gratielle’s around giving thanks.
I was feeling bored today, so I thought I’d try my hand at making an original poetic form. Yes, the first one on this blog (but not the first one I’ve made).
Now. The Guillion. It is a poetic form composed of three quatrains and one concluding tercet that follow the rhyme scheme: ABAC BCBD CDCA A1B1C1. That is, the last words of each line of the tercet must be the same as the respective end words of the first lines of each stanza. The one I made below is in iambic pentameter, but the form is lenient as to the meter.
It is also eponymous to my ex-boyfriend, Guil, whom I am still good friends with.
The Cusp of Night
T’was twice as cold at the cusp of that night
As any other that August might send.
T’was twice as warm as he held up his might—
A shaft thrice as long impaled in my head.
And with his great strength, he forced me to bend;
Succumbed to his pride and clutched at the bed.
He thrust and he pushed, like it never would end,
As we lay in the moonlight’s frigid glare.
He smiled as I did, to surrender; I pled—
There, the raucous shouts in our ears did blare.
The walls crumbled, and oh, the dread!
And there, we lay naked exposed in fright.
T’was twice as cold at the cusp of that night,
And with their great strength, they forced us to bend.
They smiled as we did—we surrendered. Ne’er pled.