Futility
somewhere
red poppies
grow
fertilised
by blood
sun
and
winter snow
lost
freedoms
seed
on widow's
weeds
sadness flows
to that
no-man’s land
where,
there
are,
but crows
*An Open verse form is one where Classical poetry metre is replaced by cadence in rhythm, line indentation with pauses implied by the context, thus naturally incorporating the limiting factor of all poetry, the human breath.(Marianne Moore was a great exponent of this style)
Brian Strand has created short poetic forms including 'broken monoku' (a haiku variation) and 'footle' (a trochaic monometer with witty, topical, etc themes) and Captioned Cartoon, an Ekphrasis combining his art and poetic interests. He has published a seven kindle ebook series Poetic forms; A Strand of Verse; My Choice Strand Verse; A Strand Guide; Christianity Explained; A Strand critique; and Captioned Cartoon Ekphrasis. Brian has written nearly 200 Amazon reviews and is a Wiki poetry and art editor.
Brian, Nice poem. I admire your creative touch in creating poetic forms. Continued blessings in all your writing endeavors.
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Thank you Maurice for your kind comment.my exploration of poetic forms over the past decade or so I now see as a poetic apprenticeship that led me to my structured verse and phrasis genre.
ReplyDeletelovely verses. I look out for your work. I like the line, 'widow's weeds'. thanks for sharing this piece. ralph
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ReplyDeleteBrian - clever and creative
Brian, thank you for a very interestingly creative poem. I had no idea there are so many different styles and forms of poetry to explore. I am just beginning my exploration and find the possibilities exhilarating. Old dogs CAN learn new tricks. :D
ReplyDeleteThey can indeed Charlene all my poetic explorations have happened since my 65th birthday.Thank you Ralph and Jack for your encouraging words.Rgds Brian
ReplyDeleteI find this very interesting in terms of form, but I'm more struck by the starkness of the words and imagery. A very apt title.
ReplyDeleteYes indeed Amichele as with all poetry (whatever the form),the content is its reason to be.Rgds Brian
ReplyDeleteDear Brian, your awesome poem reminded me of "In Flanders' Field the Poppies Grow." There is a lot of blood spilled in wars that sinks beneath the earth and is camouflaged by plant life. Excellent writing. Have a merry Christmas! Carolyn Devonshire
ReplyDeleteThank you Carolyn,nice to hear from you,yes the poppy is an evocative symbol of the futility of the Great War.Chistmas greetings.rgds Brian
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