Showing posts with label Florette. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Florette. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

OctPoWriMo 2018: Day 3: Insecurity

Blood and Roses
Photoshop manipulation by The Real Cie

I doubt your promises are true
I trust nothing you say or do
You say overcome, start anew
Something so broken can't renew, don't even ask

I'm not secure in your embrace
Don't trust your sweet and pretty face
I know that I'll just fall from grace
My trust can never be replaced, don't even try

~Cie~



Monday, April 7, 2014

F is for Florette

 First my poem, then an explanation and a sample.

Night Shift

People think I'm crazy to work
Night shift, as if only a jerk
Would work at this time on the clock
I wonder why it causes shock that nights I work

I don't sleep well in the nighttime
Why is this considered a crime?
Somebody must work late at night
Why is it that others do slight the nighttime chime?

~Cie~

Likely not the best poem I ever wrote, but it does have a certain je ne sais quoi.

Florette

The Florette, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more 4-line stanzas.

Rhyme scheme: a,a,b,a
Meter: 8,8,8,12
Fourth line requirement of internal (b) rhyme scheme, on syllable 8.

Like the outgrowing of a small flower, the forth line of each stanza is longer, and enwraps the previous lines. Line #4 requires an internal rhyme scheme that rhymes the eighth syllable with the end of line #3, and continues to add on four more syllables than the other lines so that the fourth line ends rhyming with lines #1 and #2.

Example:

The Healing (For Emily)

Perhaps you’d say she slept away
another long hot summer day,
but she’s been fiercely knitting bones...
so silence all your undertones that would dismay!

It might appear she’s been undone
but she could still give you a run!
You say she gives impassive stare
but you are simply unaware that she has won.

You cannot judge her anyhow...
just see that sweat upon her brow
as silently she treads along
the path that comes with winter’s song; she can avow.

Her courage you can’t contemplate.
You say it’s simply just her fate
that’s kept her there, in reverie:
incognizant of bravery, you understate.

Copyright © 2009 Jan Turner