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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Mine to Give
 

This is a Connie challenge at Word Weavers. The form is called an Etheree.

I
am not
through with you
my little child.
You may flap your wings
but not soar that high yet.
Danger awaits in the mist
hiding in the crannies of walls
waiting for the waves to set it free.
You would not like the tyranny of time.
Run like a rat amiss of every turn
because you rushed - an unprepared child.
Test the air, the breeze, and water
and tell me they are just right.
Then I shall be at peace,
let you go and run.
The world is yours
to embrace
and not
mine.


Etheree
Created about twenty years ago by an Arkansas poet named Etheree Taylor Armstrong, this titled form, the Etheree, consists of ten lines of unmetered and unrhymed verse, the first line having one syllable, each succeeding line adding a syllable, with the total syllable count being fifty-five.


ETHEREE
The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Reversed Etheree: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Double Etheree: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 ...Triple Etheree, Quadruple Etheree, and so on! Mirrored Etheree repeats the first stanza back in reverse order.

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Comments:
this is lovely! my first time to read about this form of poetry. writing it seems like a challenge, but your poem is beautiful.
 
adrian tried to look at the link provided here in your name but it's empty.

jun Thanks. Yes, it was indeed a challenge.
 
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