Daily poem: Florescence 2

 

I saw you in the rain

Waiting for the last train

From afar felt the pain—our goodbye.

 

Daily poem: April Florescence

It’s April, Easter Sunday, April Fool’s Day, and the start of NaPoWriMo. The sun is shining, the unsettled March weather is definitely over and the sweetest season has begun. It seems appropriate to give the Florescence a whirl. It’s a new form that I have cobbled together using ideas borrowed from both the Florette and the Essence, hence the name. Florescence also fits in with the idea of new growth, so a true spring poem.

The rules:

—one stanza of three lines

—first two lines of six syllables

—the third line has nine syllables

—the rhyme rhyme scheme is on the sixth syllable of each line (so it’s an internal rhyme in the third line), and the last word rhymes with the first.

You can find examples here here  and here.

 

Blown away in the rain,

winter dark, bitter stain,

sun-sparkling pools remain, spring shoots grown.

 

Dry winds

For the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing prompt, I have used the Florescence form.

The words to include (or their synonyms) in the poem are:

FLY | KEY | LINE | DRY | ROD

 

Dry winds blow desert sand,

ripple lines of parched land,

pluck chords with birch twig hand—dead leaves fly.

Beneath these changing skies

I wanted to try out the Florescence using the Secret Keeper’s five word prompt, but had to write three of them to fit in all the words:

CAPTIVE | CLUE | SIGN | ROAD | SHIFT

Saint Patrick’s Day is still in the back of my mind.

 

Beneath these changing skies

I see, where seagull cries,

Beloved in my eyes, windswept heath.

 

By ocean circled green,

This place has ever been,

A road home, distant seen—where gulls cry.

 

This mark will always stay,

Key to the heart’s dismay

Of those who sailed away, land we miss.

Florescence

This is for the poetry people who humour me in my quest for the perfect tiny form of poetry. I discovered the Florette when I realised the thing I was calling a Florette was actually called an Essence. I also discovered that I liked the real Florette better than the Essence.

The Florette is too long to be a really short form as it needs at least two stanzas, but I like the extra long last line and the rhyming pattern. The Essence seems to be just a bit too short to cope with two rhymes, and for the internal rhyme to be random.

This form, that I am going to call a Florescence, is a compromise between the brevity of the Essence and the form of the Florette. As its name suggests it’s a poem on natural themes. It also panders to my obsession with the number three and multiples of three. It has two lines of six syllables and a third line of nine. The rhyme is at the end of the first two lines and on the sixth syllable of the third line. The last word rhymes with the first, like this.

Where the grass grows spring green

And kingcup gold is seen,

Beneath sky spring-swept clean—runs the hare.