Photo By William Stitt
THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “People Like Us” by Robert Bly: confused, insomniac, wrong, dial, remember, lonely, soul, college, cleanses, thief, defender, hear
Remember this one lovely, lonely soul?
We used to be in college together
Still confused about things as she stroll
She dialled his number, there was no answer
“What’s wrong with me?” herself she can’t console
Just to hear his voice even if he errs
Couldn’t sleep, becoming an insomniac
Like a thief in the night, she wants him back
The trees around cleanse her mind, made her calm
She knows she herself is her defender
Be unruffled like a reader of a psalm
And in her life, she is the sole author
For brighter future she has no qualm*
(c) ladyleemanila 2017
* A Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octives. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in the following rhyme:
one octive poem. abababcc
two octive poem. abababcc, dededeff
three octive poem. abababcc, dededeff, ghghghii
For: 100 Word Wednesday – Week 19, Whirligig 112 by Magical Mystical Teacher , OpenLinkNight #196 by Grace
love the end of the poem where she can be her own defender, bravo Lady, this was a winner poem for me. always stay with those who are kind to your being.
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thank you, Singledust 🙂
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that’s cool, Frank 🙂 thanks x
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For tomorrow’s dVerse Form for All I wrote a prompt on ottava rima. Your post gave me the idea that this form is worth considering. I don’t think we’ve done it before.
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Lovely lines as always! My favorite line is, “She knows she herself is her defender” — defiance is also what i saw in her. Quiet, still, beautiful defiance….am I can’t say I’m not enamored with her stance ❤ Thank you so much for joining us this week 🙂
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always my pleasure, Bikurgurl ❤
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❤️
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We are the sole authors of our lives ~ A challenging form, thank you for the share ~
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you’re welcome, Grace 🙂
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I haven’t heard an ottava rima in a while, very nice.
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thank you, Walter 🙂
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I like octava rima. It’s been a while since I wrote anything in it. Nice song “Lady” to go with your poem about a lady.
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thank you, Frank 🙂
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Beautiful form…you’ve captured the angst of finding strength in own identity.
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thank you, Lynn 🙂
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This is a lovely poem. I remember a time, feeling like this.
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many thanks, Sascha 🙂
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Lovely poem. I really like the structure. Well done. 🙂
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cheers, Arcadia 🙂
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Beautifully written. you’re an amazing writer. look forward to reading more of your posts!
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thank you very much 🙂
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I’d love to see what this poem would look like when broken out of the form. I think it could be more concise when you’re not bending sentences around improbably to try and make the rhyme.
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will try it, Rachel 🙂 thanks x
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Girl, you are giving me major chills with that song. I have always loved it/him. Whew. gorgeous.
“Like a thief in the night, she wants him back” … My favorite line of your poem.
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cheers, Jericho 🙂
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Life as we grew, it puts us into a state of confusion and finding our place in the world.
excellent poetic write. 🙂
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thank you, Charlie 🙂
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You welcome my friend. 🙂
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I think when we grew up there were so many of us who found it hard to find the right place.
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that’s very true, Björn 🙂
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