On creating poetic forms: In late 2010, I came across my first poetry challenge to invent/create a new form; I only truly began to explore form in mid 2010. While a self-proclaimed free verse writer, I did come to notice that (the logical left side of my brain which dominates most of my day) liked to design pieces with structure. And so I looked back at some of my writing until I unearthed a particular piece that I thought I could model a new form after. Thus was born the Triquest (and approximately 3-5 variations on it...I have a tendency to overdue).
By happenstance (I really just wanted to use the word happenstance), three months later I wrote a piece using one of my favorite poetic devices (repetition)...and then another and then another until I finally deemed it needed its own name (which I eventually changed). I ended up settling on Nota as the name, though if you were to see its construction, one might think d'vile-nota might be a better name. But I really was not 100% content with this because it was a 14-line poem, which made it feel too sonnet-ee for me (and I, forgive me, don't like writing sonnets...the whole meter and rhyme thing was never my forte...thus free verse). And so in January of 2013 the Expanded Nota was formed.
What I have learned in the process about me is that I am insane. No seriously. Recently, over at dVerse Poets Pub, a prompt was given (DIY) that asked the community to invent their own form (or a variation of an existing form). And let me tell you, there are some very creative people out there...even those who typically don't work with form or have yet to explore it...created some really nice forms. Not that I should be surprised...poetry and creative do tend to go together. But what I learned is that I have a definite tendency toward the complicated.
And so, instead of sharing the intricacies of either form, I am just going to share examples of each here. (Though those curious and/or as insane as I can find the details on each form and additional examples from the links provided above.) The poems presented here were the first of their kind. (I did not include variations of the Triquest, because as I mentioned that would be an additional 4-ish pieces...far more than the attentions span of a TenWord-er.)
On a side note: The triquest has a quinzaine feel to it, though I had yet to meet the quinzaine form prior to writing my first triquest. The nota has a definite pantoum and/or villanelle feel to it.
I wish for somebody (Triquest)
i wish for...
someone who can see me...
someone who can help me see me...
is that too much to ask?
how long do I have to wait?
is that someone even out there?
i wish for...
someone who will hold me...
someone whose embrace can ease the pain...
am i asking for a fantasy?
can i hope to find him soon?
does he even exist?
i wish for...
someone who will open himself up to me...
someone who can help me to open up...
is that more than i should want?
might he be in my near future?
is that someone real?
i wish for someone...
who will help me feel whole...
someone who will help me feel.
Infinitely Delayed (Nota)
i can't afford to take this risky trip
deep within the recesses of my mind;
where sanity hangs on by just a thread
and the Fates' scissors do threaten to snip.
i can't contend with the fear that does bind--
paralyzing me from taking this flight
deep within the recesses of my mind.
my sanity hangs on by just a thread
and my tour guides are far from a delight.
how can i not fear what lay up ahead?
while the Fates' scissors threaten to snip,
how do i contend with the fears that bind--
when i do not know what lies up ahead?
i cannot chance taking this risky trip.
Embodying Her (Embracing Myself) (Expanded Nota)
she wades through my dreams just out of reach--
a dancer in the shadows of my grief.
I'm not sure how long she'll wait there for me
to realize the beauty I possess
while I struggle with a heart I can't breach.
Every once and again I catch a brief
glimpse of the person I'm supposed to be;
she dances in the shadows of my grief
bound to the darkness--longing to break free.
I wonder how long she'll wait there for me?
Full of pure love, she implores me to see
the amazing beauty that I possess--
dares me to embrace all that I should be
if I banish fear to love's sweet caress.
As I struggle with this heart I can't breach,
every once and again I feel a brief
ray of hope knowing she waits there for me.
Still I fear I'll never feel love's caress
for she wades through my dreams out of reach.