Written for: Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #58: Two Into One Will Go
(posted by Rosemary)
" . . . it’s Candy’s newly-invented form I want to focus on today: the Waltmarie Poetic Form, outlined by Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides (Writers’ Digest) as:
- Even lines are two syllables in length, odd lines are longer (but
no specific syllable count)
- Even lines make their own mini-poem if read separately
- No other rules for subject or rhymes.
I hear the music of meditation
Close my eyes and feel how
Breathe in fresh air
toxins of black smoke
Mind and body, back
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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Great job … together, apart the poetry is lovely.
Fun write, nice read. You did well with the form.
Mmmm, by the time I’ve read the whole and then the mini, I can feel that calm.
Nice to think of breathing out the toxins. I like the last “brings me to now.”