Another day, another form…

another
beautifully
crafted,
delicately
executed
form,
gifted in
heartfelt
inkdrops
joyfully
kept with
love in
my mind;
now
only
put to
queer
readable
shape,
to
unveil in a
vague
whisper, my
xenial and
young
zeal for verse.


Seven days, seven posts, that’s what the Write Tribe Festival of Words is about. Oh, and the theme is “Seven” as well. I thought what do I do, and then I thought some more, and I was about to give up when a random idea discussed through a phone call kind of stuck, and the thought (and writing) block was broken. What I’m going to do, in these seven days, is write seven poems in seven forms of poetry that I love to write.
 
This isn’t exactly the perfect example perhaps, but the form today is an experimental form of Acrostic poetry, named as ABCderian Poetry or Alphabet Acrostic. As the name indicates, it has 26 lines, each line beginning with the corresponding letter of the English alphabet. It needn’t rhyme, it doesn’t have syllable patterns either. It should have 26 lines, the first line beginning with A, the second with B and so on, till the 26th line, that starts with Z.
 
The word Xenial means hospitable.


(05 Sep, 2013)

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

14 thoughts on “Another day, another form…

  1. Thats a good one. I don’t know anything about poetry and hence this was a good lesson. Would definitely like to try. Looks challenging but you wrote it effortlessly. πŸ™‚

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