2010 Poetry Form Challenge
# 18 Terza Rima
The Terza Rima is a wonderfully challenging poetry form of Italian origin.
In the original form, there was no set meter although it is normal to keep a constant
syllable count and line length. In the modern version the syllables are accentuated
and usually iambic tetrameter or pentameter.
Lines 1 and 3 rhyme with each other and line 2 sets the rhyme for the next stanza. There can be any number of tercets or three line stanzas and it is a matter of preference whether you link back to the first stanza or not. If there is no link back, it's normal to terminate with a couplet that rhymes with the previous stanza.
The rhyme patterns are ....a. b. a...b. c. b... c. d. c. etc finishing
x. a. x. or x. x. etc.
Terza Rima Challenge Replies
Hey look quick can you see what I see
Over there on the very edge of the table
I think it was meant for me and thee.
I only wish that we both might be able
To beat them to it for our dinner
Maybe we could grab it by the label.
Looks like we are on to a winner
Two beef steaks and a bit of rump
No more shall we diet to be slimmer.
Quickly lets risk a run and a jump
We can always blame the cat twas he
Who swallowed the lot lump by lump.
Flight of the Moon
Love Me Tender
Passion For Music
Prose Of Love
The Story Keeper
Reason A Poteet
Discovery from years of experience -
I can speak without making use of my jaws.
I have come of age with prudence and patience.
Some folks get their kicks noting ev'ryone's flaws
then they shoot daggers without batting an eye
vying for the title of 'catty-est claws'.
They start with mere teasing, then out and out lie.
By standing silently, objection I raise,
such commentary is not worth a reply.
Objection overruled, I'm gone from this place
which makes me their next target, no hesitance.
I bid my farewell thereby making my case.
Turning my back on verbal malevolence,
this gossip fugitive needs no audience.
The Rose Garden
Believe in dragons, so that they may live again.
The time is ripe now that we may live a fantasy
For cannot fantasy and life exist the same?
Cannot we believe and see what we want to see
For dragon lore was once the part of norm.
Amidst our deepest dreams the dragons be.
Lording over land and sea, the golden gentle form
Magic helped the reigned lord to stay his power.
Knightly lore was blackest deed and truth was torn
Evil deeds and wicked tricks caused this overthrow
And caused this wondrous beast to hide till now
Believe! Believe in them! Believe so they may grow!
I Am Who I am
In Another Place
Suppose I Die
Traffic Laws Of Love
We think on giving thanks these days
It comes to us but once a year
Emotiveness we overplay
In November we raise our cheer
Beer or wine in happy toasting
Consider: is it insincere
Background: there is dinner roasting
On table, all the condiments
Parlor's filled with idle boasting
Among assembled congregants
Out in the kitchen toil abounds
But seldom bringing argument
Yet, something moving soon confounds
An idea stuck in backs of minds
Brought to the fore it would dumbfound
Assemblage would not be unkind
But as they sit down to their meal
There is a feeling undefined
Among the gathered guests genteel
Heat and steam: what's this all about
They shrug off feeling puerile
While poking through their brussells sprouts
Cheer up good diners: moods will pass
Still, angst goes rippling throughout
They glance about and see contrasts
Between themselves and those they know
Now leading lives they can’t surpass
Family gathering, now tableau
Laden fork pauses in midair
The mind must pause in overflow
And wonder if it's really fair
That they should get the lucky breaks
So sad that anyone should care
But this is mood the moment makes
The fork continues on its path
Some ennui this diner shakes
He's cut a rather worthy swath
Through fowl and yams and butter rolls
Potatoes in a gravy splash
Moments forgotten ease his soul
Big football game looms on TV
And hopes to claim remote control
Folded napkin, at last he's free
Save for overindulgent bloat
Relaxing goblet of Chablis
Indian pudding melts ice cream
He fades into the glowing screen
back to list
Pretty little one I love you
Two strangers finally met today
I give you my love pure and true
A first meeting on your birthday
Your tiny fingers wrapped on mine
Nine months later on a Friday
On that night all the stars did shine
My daughter borne a gift divine