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For this week's poetry stretch I am very happy to be introducing a NEW poetic form invented by Pat Lewis. Here's Pat's explanation.
Special thanks to Pat Lewis for sharing and inspiring us this week.
For this week's poetry stretch I am very happy to be introducing a NEW poetic form invented by Pat Lewis. Here's Pat's explanation.
I've invented what I had called a “hailstone," after the mathematical "hailstone sequence." It has nothing to do with Mary O'Neill's Hailstones and Halibut Bones, but it would no doubt instantly be confused with it. Hence, "hailstone" is problematic. So I call the form a "zeno," so named for Zeno, the philosopher of paradoxes, especially the dichotomy paradox, according to which getting anywhere involves first getting half way there and then again halfway there, and so on ad infinitum. I'm dividing each line in half of the previous one. Here's my description of a zeno:Pat was even kind enough to send along a few examples.
A 10-line verse form with a repeating syllable count of 8,4,2,1,4,2,1,4,2,1. The rhyme scheme is abcdefdghd.
Sea SongSo, that's the challenge for the week. What kind of Zeno will you write? Leave me a note about your poem and I'll post the results here later this week.
A song streaming a thousand miles
may sound like a
fairy
tale,
but it’s only
love’s bulk-
coming out of
the blue...
whale.
Why Wolves Howl
Gray wolves do not howl at the moon.
Across a vast
timber
zone,
they oboe in
mono-
tone,
Fur-face, I am
all a-
lone.
Telephooone
The great horned owl sits in the tree
answering each
local
call—
swivel-neck and
big-eye-
ball
operator
of night-
fall.
Hags’ Rags
One Halloween two goblin girls,
trick-or-treating,
got an
itch
to make a quick
costume
switch.
Now who can tell
which is
witch?
A Thanksgiving Custom
November: An American
tradition you
can count
on:
Once the family
turkey’s
gone,
like clockwork, they
start to
yawn.
All poems ©J. Patrick Lewis. All rights reserved.
Special thanks to Pat Lewis for sharing and inspiring us this week.
Thanks so much, Tricia, for featuring the "zeno." I'm most grateful. I'm afraid I forgot to give credit to my twin for his help in suggesting the term zeno.
ReplyDeleteHere are two more of them:
Travel by Armchair
You can take a trip by Greyhound,
motorcycle,
paddle-
wheel,
ocean liner
(package
deal)—
I prefer the
bookmo-
bile.
* *
Weather by The Old Masters
The Michelangelo thunder
of an April
cloudburst
hints
at what follows
a great
rinse:
spring meadows in
Monet
prints.
Hi Tricia ~ Yesterday, my daughter and I saw a blue heron (and took some pics) as we walked around a local reservoir. Here's my "zeno" take on it. Thank you, Pat, for this fun new form!!
ReplyDeleteGreat Blue
The great blue heron tries to hide
itself in tall
grasses,
yet
passers see this
nature’s
pet,
take photos to
not for-
get.
© Carol Weis. All rights reserved.
Oooh. Math and poetry? Be still my geeky heart! Here's my first attempt at a zeno, inspired by and treading on one of Pat's in the post above:
ReplyDeleteHalloween
by
Gregory K.
I counted down October days.
Tonight, at last,
Waiting’s
Through.
I prowl the dark,
Seeking
You.
My costume on,
I’ll shout,
“Boo!”
Oh, most excellent! I am hard at work creating some. More soon.
ReplyDeleteI suppose it's inevitable that I wrote a Halloween zeno, too. Great name, Pat and Pat's twin!
ReplyDeleteOctober 31st
Night. A graveyard. A single boy
walks soft as a
new-raised
ghost,
with each step re-
gretting
most
making that quick,
daylit
boast.
--Kate Coombs (Book Aunt)
Oh, fun! Will be trying one today. These are wonderful. I've gotta say I love the ones most that don't hyphenate words in order to make the syllable count.
ReplyDeleteWeather by the Old Masters--fantabulous!
Love it!
ReplyDeleteOK, just did my daily poem(s) and tried my hand at a zeno. I wanted to write about Emperor Qin's Terra Cotta Army, which I read a book about recently:
ReplyDeletehttp://laurasalas.livejournal.com/175649.html
Weapons Make the Warrior?
Marching in time, but out of time
into the harsh
light of
day:
Emperor Qin’s
army.
They
wield bronze swords in
arms of
clay.
Putting the Art Before the Horse
In Emperor Qin’s afterlife,
he would rule by
timeless
force.
But death had its
way, of
course.
Lesson? Don’t ride
a clay
horse.
Not terribly poetic, but this was a fun structure to try!
This was a good time...thank you!
ReplyDeleteOne Hen Speaks
We make eggs inside our bodies.
Roosters chase us
make us
mate.
Every egg is
tempting
fate.
Farm life or your
breakfast
plate?
Laura--I admit I succumbed to the hyphenation temptation. I really like your clay horse!
ReplyDeleteAmy--How very dire! Also cool.
Here's one, but just a place-holder, while I get serious. This zeno is called "In a Nice Restaurant, I Use My Fingers to Tap Out Syllables on the Tablecloth, Which Worries the Nice Couple at the Next Table Who Appear to Be Having a Romantic Anniversary Dinner"
ReplyDeleteConstantly counting syllables
alarms the shrinks.
While some
probe
tales about our
frontal
lobes,
none dare call us
zeno-
phobes.
A serious zeno eludes me. Here is one titled "A Zeno to Ze Nose"
ReplyDeleteZe nose eez nice, eet smell ze rose,
eet shine so pink
with wine.
Ooh-
la-la, ze nose
eet grows
blue -
eet sneeze, eet honk,
eet drip -
eeewww.
Thanks for those wonderful zenos on zeno's birthday!
ReplyDeleteApocopated rhymes are not to everyone's taste as, for example,
Julie's inspired
lobes/
zeno-/
phobes
But I've never fully understood why. In extremis, the estimable Lewis Carroll gave us this gem (sans hyphen, too):
"Who would not give all else for two p/
ennyworth of beautiful Soup?"
Admittedly, he was writing nonsense, but I don't think a zeno
would mind an occasional broken word for the cause.
Quite right, Pat. Some of poetry's proudest moments have involved well-placed hyphens. I think of them as equivalent to the hiccups Charlie Chaplin gets when he swallows a whistle in THE LITTLE TRAMP. One of my own proud moments was a double abecedarian with a hyphen between the u- and -gh of ugh. Thanks, Tricia, for the fun again this week! (Pat, let's put together an Acopated Anthology...?)
ReplyDeleteI don't have a Zeno to contribute. I'm sorry to say the Zeno beat me.
ReplyDeleteRandom Noodling
Maybe some day soon I'll wrestle it to the ground!
Julie--
ReplyDeleteTo use the immortal language of the Internet, LOL! And I like your titles as much or more than your poems. (Picturing that couple in the restaurant. Yep, now it's ROTFL!)
--Kate