Former Performer: A Butterfly Verse*
Old man
with ebullience,
lives beneath rusty lamp,
beside rubbish, stinky trash dump.
Sudden
epiphany, with eloquence
he sings ethereally,
‘fore ephemeral
voice fades.
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©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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In response to Napowrimo Day 24. (yes, I’m catching up! :D)
Today I challenge you to write a “mix-and-match” poem in which you mingle fancy vocabulary with distinctly un-fancy words. First, spend five minutes writing a list of overly poetic words – words that you think just sound too high-flown to really be used by anyone in everyday speech.
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Butterflies are shape poems. I am embarrassed to admit I found a few links to different Butterfly verse forms but when I went back to look more closely I keep getting an error. So although there is a Butterfly Septet and a Butterfly Kimo somewhere out there, right now I can’t give you any details. I was able to find a different site for the Butterfly Cinquain however. Here it is:
- Butterfly Cinquain isn’t a cinquain at all:it is a nonostich (9 lines)and uses the syllable count of the Crapsey Cinquain and then reverses it, therefore the misnomer.
- The Butterfly Cinquain is:
- 9 line poem.
- syllabic, 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2 syllables per line.
- unrhymed.
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Read more of my Napowrimo 2016 poems here!
Beautiful poetry dear friend. 😀
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Thank you very much, Oba! ❤
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That is so cool! A butterfly verse! how cool! and your execution is perfect. I love this little portrait of the homeless man you painted with a butterfly verse–the perfect form for a transient life.
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Yay! Your comment is in itself poetic, too, Mel! 😀 😀 😀 Thank you very very much!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Beautiful form and yes I can hear him. Well written delight
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Thank you so much for hearing his story, dear Jacq! I think I have some few questions for you. 🙂
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Please do ask away. It’s a pleasure
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Ebullience! A new word added to my dictionary. Thanks, Rosema! 😀
This is a lovely poem… I can’t help but feel a tinge of sadness with that last five lines. Is that what I think happened? He died?
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HAHA! I didn’t know what that word means too until I wrote this one. 😀
Thank you, Maria… and yes… he died.
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You are ebullience personified dear! 😉
So I thought. You’ve managed to merge sadness and glee with this butterfly verse Rosema. Bravo!
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Geeez! That i sooooo sweet of you! 🙂 Thank you! You surely have keen eyes, dear! ❤
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Because you write so clearly… My pleasure dear.. ❤ ^^
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Take the credit, dear. your mind and eyes are creatively clear too. 🙂 ❤
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Thank youuuuuuuuu dear!! Love lots!
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Love back to youu! ❤ ❤ ❤
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love love love back! 😀
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Very nice, Rosema!
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Yay! Thank you very much, PJ! ❤
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