In the wist of a sigh In the blink of an eye Before the whys Forever pays the price For if ever you try To get past the white lie Slipped in with a beatific smile You'll come to realise No matter the miles Or colour or guise You are always surprised At the enterprise Logic defies How deception beguiles You are mesmerized You sign the dotted lines And forever pay the price
David of The Skeptic’s Kaddish and Sangeetha of Mindfills began a fun poetry partnership in April. We celebrated writing together a 100 verse renga The Hyakuin, Ripples. And within days, decided we would absolutely love to continue our writing collaboration and celebrate what has grown to be a warm friendship with new poetry projects.
We decided to explore poetry forms. A to Z. Each week one of us chooses a poetry form the other responds to. We completed our first series Form verses creativity in June ’22. We knew we’re on to something. So we wrote the next set of poetry forms A to Z ~ Creativity Verses Form. Here, we added a little twist for version2.0, with a key word starting with the same letter.
And now, and in December ’22, we’re onto our fourth collaborative writing project ~ Creativity Forms Verses. To form verses, we turned to creativity, inventing new poetry forms, A through to Z.
For ‘W’, David created the ‘Wiggle Waggle’ form.
W: Wiggle Waggle
David’s Wiggle Waggle
It's late, and I'm very tired; I ought to sleep; I've work tomorrow; Projects to be done, Errands to be run; My wife and daughter- long since retired; Yes, I'll be responsible.
But... the night's only begun; No one's around to distract me now; My muse is inspired, Besides, I'm too wired... Surely it's no harm to anyone To compose just one more verse.
Sangeetha’s Wiggle Waggle
I wake up. I have to write. The words go wandering off to play; While I deeply think, My dumb cursor blinks, My acute acumen goes on strike; I have no poem on my page.
I wake up. I want to write. The words line up quite magically; Syllable and rhyme, Together sublime, Compose precious verses that delight; I have this poem on my page.
Six lines per stanza;
The two stanzas contradict one another;
Stanza 1: axbbax
Stanza 2: bxaabx
Stanza 1: 7/9/5/5/9/7
Stanza 2: 7/9/5/5/9/7
Read (and try out) all of David & Sangeetha’s ‘Creativity forms verses’
To meet my truths, I often go where ordinary lives
I get no epiphanies, but I get the courage to be real
In quiet contentment, I know my truth lies in being me
For dVerse Poetics ~ spaces and places. Ingrid of dVerse wants us to write a poem on spaces or places that inspire us. To me that space is in the preciousness of the ordinary; Ronovan Writes Sijo ~ contentment
*Three Lines *14-16 syllables per line *A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.
The first line of the Sijo usually sets the theme.
I believe the moon is shy today The way she hides her face in the lace of a wispy cloud out for a stroll in the sky Why oh why am I reminded of you confused by your perfume consumed by the summer breeze teasing… the moon