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Rictameter


This is another one of my favorite forms to write in. It is very similar to a Cinquain in that is follows the same scheme but with a few variations. 2,4,6,8, 10 then down 8,6, 4 2

You start your first line with a two syllable word and end your last line with that same 2 syllable word.

Here is an Example of a series of Rictameters following a seasonal theme:

I always center these but the lit bb code does not copy that-it makes for a much better effect-but such is life


Winter
snowcapped mountains
frozen lakes, melting ice
cold starry nights, blankets in white
captured snowflakes, beating hearts, slow motion
your touch, your breath, on me, in me
our eyes kissed, our souls danced
past glance of
Winter

Spring
birds, bees
sun soaked flowers
ocean breeze, gentle rain
waking sunsets, captured rainbows
first time meeting, oh so fleeting, you smile
precious moments, joined together
held forever, lightening flash
just a dash and
splash of
Spring

Summer
ocean madness
hot sands and sunny skies
June bugs, lazy days , radios
sand castles, mud pies, your eyes , surprised~
first kiss, heavenly bliss , heat rise
under blankets embraced
bygone trace of
Summer

Autumn
reds, browns
amber delight
smell of leaves smoky sweet
Halloween candy, turkey treat
whispering willows in harmony weep
your laughter engulfs me complete
overcast, thunder blast
a repast of
Autumn




------
nature weeps, the devil sings
at man’s greed and pride
and what it brings

just lots of useless
little things…

"He was the brightest of all the stars
of heaven, and even ripped and torn
in half, he still shone with a fire of a
billion suns. With a mighty roar
and a Big Bang, he imploded and
exploded out of the nothingness; and
the flow of Time began.”


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The following comments are for "Poetry Basics-Richameter"
by TheRedCockroach

we reap what we sow
Lucie

Sowing
city garden
Mama prayed for bounty...
Watered and weeded and whispered
wherever her growing things danced with wind;
then she picked and canned and put by.
Now she sits near window,
looks up from her
sewing.


I like this- sowing and sewing- never tried that -
the complexity's of the English language-
wonderful word painting....


my warmest
bob

( Posted by: TheRedCockRoach [Member] On: March 2, 2011 )

richameter ....
*sigh*
okay .. back to my lessons after a Limerick/Triolet diversion ....


Autumn
warm colours blaze
leaves succumb to frostbite
wood winds dance gets branches twitching
smoke spirals up in pungent sooty clouds
embers crackle with snapish pops
green paths cover raked lawns
death becomes her
Autumn

( Posted by: Pen [Member] On: March 10, 2011 )





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