An aside before the piece: While the first stanza came relatively easily, the second was a bit of a pain. In the end, my torn thoughts resulted in to separate second stanzas. Leaving me unable to decide which was the better fit. Part of me had thought maybe I could throw all three together and expand a sevenling into a tenling, but I wasn't really feeling the three together...then again...
Seven-or-Ten-ling (The curse weighs...)
The curse weighs heavy like sleeping
beauty, snow white, and the beast
all waiting on true love's kiss.
The hero lies deep within - chained,
voiceless, and locked away - fighting
a wicked evil bound of fear.
Magic does not exist, not in enchanted
carpets, not in glowing hair, nor
in mirrors that hang upon the wall.
I'd kiss the mirror if it meant releasing my hero.
A note on form: As stated above this was intended to be a sevenling. Under normal circumstances the poem would consist of three stanzas (3 lines, 3 lines, and 1 line) totaling seven lines. Unfortunately, I was having difficulty settling on the above stanza 2 and 3 as the second stanza of this piece. I was torn with the order of the stanza 2 and 3...part of me felt like I should put them in the reverse order to flow with the linked words in the final line (kiss, mirror, hero); in the end I made a minor tweak to the first line of the third stanza in order for it to flow better in its current spot.
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Friday, July 4, 2014
Monday, March 3, 2014
Sevenling (She believes in...)
She believes in happily ever after, in
monsters under the bed, & objects imbued
with magic ("Mirror, Mirror on the wall...)
She fears falling in love, the monster
buried deep within, & looking at her own
reflection ("Who is the fairest of them all?")
She only lets her heart roam free when the full moon graces the evening sky.
A note on form: This, as the title so eloquently states, is a sevenling. From the moment I first came across this form to the several times I've been exposed to it since, I still don't feel like I really have a handle on this form. The guidelines seem to vague to me and no matter how many times I read about the form or see examples I still feel at a loss. Of course, that doesn't stop me form making it my own nunetheless.
monsters under the bed, & objects imbued
with magic ("Mirror, Mirror on the wall...)
She fears falling in love, the monster
buried deep within, & looking at her own
reflection ("Who is the fairest of them all?")
She only lets her heart roam free when the full moon graces the evening sky.
A note on form: This, as the title so eloquently states, is a sevenling. From the moment I first came across this form to the several times I've been exposed to it since, I still don't feel like I really have a handle on this form. The guidelines seem to vague to me and no matter how many times I read about the form or see examples I still feel at a loss. Of course, that doesn't stop me form making it my own nunetheless.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Sevenling (I dream of)
I dream of everlasting love,
finally feeling whole, and
waking from this nightmare.
I wake to anxiety, tears that
refuse to fade and dreams
that dissolve in sunlight.
The only monster in the closet is of my own making.
A note on form: This is another (oddball) exploration of the sevenling form. I'm not sure what has brought this form back into my line of write, but here it is rearing its strange little head -- even though I'm still not really comfortable with the form (though maybe that is part of its charm).
finally feeling whole, and
waking from this nightmare.
I wake to anxiety, tears that
refuse to fade and dreams
that dissolve in sunlight.
The only monster in the closet is of my own making.
A note on form: This is another (oddball) exploration of the sevenling form. I'm not sure what has brought this form back into my line of write, but here it is rearing its strange little head -- even though I'm still not really comfortable with the form (though maybe that is part of its charm).
Friday, May 3, 2013
Sevenling (It's the law)
It's the law! Buckle UP!
Hang UP! Speed UP! No
wait, forget that last one.
Tell the truth! Cross your heart --
hope to die -- cross your fingers;
don't let them catch that last one.
Perfectly timed tears still ticketing pen.
A note on form: The Sevenling was one of the early forms I explored and to be quite honest it still puzzles me a bit. The poem has an seven lines (go figure) and each of the first two stanzas has an element of three (what exactly that means is for the experts to understand and me never to figure out). The final stanza is a single line that "should act as a narrative summary or punchline or as an unusual juxtaposition."
I think what I like most about the form is that it should be "mysterious, offbeat or disturbing, giving a feeling that only part of the story is being told." Oh, and some of my are definitely odd. Just for the fun of it, I have included all of my previous sevenlings. Some more odd than others....
Sevenling (I came across)
I came across a receipt in the hamper,
change rattling about in the washing machine,
and a twenty dollar bill in the lint trap.
I turned myself around searching
for my lost marbles, my misplaced lip balm,
and my elusive car keys. "Where else can I look?"
Aside from the keys in the fridge, I really should check my pockets.
Sevenling (Your laugh sounds like)
Your laugh sounds like nails
scratching on a chalkboard, tires
screeching, and jackhammers on a busy street.
I grew up on country music and reading
Stephen King. Have you ever heard of
Carrie, Misery, or how about Firestarter?
You have way more to worry about than your car being keyed.
Hang UP! Speed UP! No
wait, forget that last one.
Tell the truth! Cross your heart --
hope to die -- cross your fingers;
don't let them catch that last one.
Perfectly timed tears still ticketing pen.
A note on form: The Sevenling was one of the early forms I explored and to be quite honest it still puzzles me a bit. The poem has an seven lines (go figure) and each of the first two stanzas has an element of three (what exactly that means is for the experts to understand and me never to figure out). The final stanza is a single line that "should act as a narrative summary or punchline or as an unusual juxtaposition."
I think what I like most about the form is that it should be "mysterious, offbeat or disturbing, giving a feeling that only part of the story is being told." Oh, and some of my are definitely odd. Just for the fun of it, I have included all of my previous sevenlings. Some more odd than others....
Powerless to Help
She stood there in the corner--her back to me
tears ran like wild fire from her eyes
with trembling lips she refused to turn to me
Fear bubbled up within me--holding me still
the desire to calm overwhelmed
with trembling arms I reached out to her with love
I curse the stupid chair and kiss her finger
Sevenling (I came across)
I came across a receipt in the hamper,
change rattling about in the washing machine,
and a twenty dollar bill in the lint trap.
I turned myself around searching
for my lost marbles, my misplaced lip balm,
and my elusive car keys. "Where else can I look?"
Aside from the keys in the fridge, I really should check my pockets.
Sevenling (I remember)
I remember the smell of fresh popped popcorn,
frogs flipping onto lily pads but mostly into water,
and the evil looking clowns drinking from water guns.
I wish to forget the sound of the organ grinder,
the sound of coins clinking against metal, and
the feel of being shot. But not the lesson learned.
Never trust a monkey wearing a top hat carrying a pocketbook.
Sevenling (Your laugh sounds like)
Your laugh sounds like nails
scratching on a chalkboard, tires
screeching, and jackhammers on a busy street.
I grew up on country music and reading
Stephen King. Have you ever heard of
Carrie, Misery, or how about Firestarter?
You have way more to worry about than your car being keyed.
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