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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

IN-FORM POET - Etheree



Today, we delve into a little more familiar form, the Etheree. Created about twenty years ago by an Arkansas poet named Etheree Taylor Armstrong, this titled form, 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.


Marie’s Etheree:


Comprehensively Incomprehensible

Row
Mix-up
Confusion
Disagreement
Misunderstanding
Misinterpretation
Difference of opinion
Speaking a "different language"
Powerless to convey one’s intent
Complete collapse in communication




 Walt’s Etheree:

STRETCHED THIN

Dad.
A man
standing guard.
Despite efforts
to be fair and firm,
sometimes he folds under
the pressure. Bright hazel eyes
flash their semaphore to signal
the next barrage to a Father's heart.
Daughters in tug of war for Dad's favor.

36 comments:

  1. Poor Papa. *grin*
    and Marie. sorry.
    I love that "Etheree" is an actual name. Trying to imagine it paired with some of the stranger family names I've come across.

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  2. Think
    ponder
    contemplate
    or evaluate
    while I cogitate.
    The facts are always up
    for debate. Don't relinquish
    your power or lay down, play dead.
    Get informed, form an opinion and
    be heard. A voice of truth, reason, and worth.

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  3. Love the etheree! Will try to write another one, but for now, here's one I wrote about a month ago:

    Conch Shell

    Pink
    spirals
    out to pink
    tinged with coral,
    sanded in beachtones-
    treasure chest of sea-sounds,
    surf and sand sealed in its spire,
    pearl of the deep, vessel cradling
    Neptunian strains, bottled message,
    each conch shell a beachcomber’s pandora.*


    *Beyond the traditional meaning of "pandora," which refers to the mythological creature who opened the forbidden box of evil, the word can also refer to a handsome fish that lives off the Mediterranean coast (Pagellus erythrinus), a mollusc (genus Pandora) the lives on sandy beaches, or a stringed musical instrument (from the word "bandore").

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  4. Great form, guys. Thank you!



    Ethereal


    Muse.
    Mermaid.
    Wave-logged waif
    weaving finned phrase
    leaving long lines loosed
    into chanced, entranced breeze.
    Please, just this once, won’t you come
    to dry land, find solace in sand
    whisper to hungry ears, aching pen.
    Surely your toes can love this road once mine.

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  5. Twister

    Birds
    Singing
    Clouds dipping
    Trash cans argue
    As a freight train grinds
    Out of the green south west
    Distant banshees slash the air
    Wild eyed at the scent of our fear
    Framed in the doorway, I turn my head
    But a tiny hand pulls me back downstairs.

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  6. Smack
    Words bite
    Without thought
    Tossed through the air
    Waves of despair crash
    I watch from the sidelines
    A tsunami of anger
    Amazed at the mind-boggling gall
    Until I respond misunderstood
    Silenced, I cower back into my shell

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  7. “Doppelganger”

    A
    Stranger
    Strolls in, and
    Plops himself down
    In your favorite
    Recliner, props his feet
    On your wife’s coffee table.
    Smirking at you with your own face.
    Your voice, not yours, snags onto your brain,
    “Now how long do you plan to be content?”


    *based on Shelley's supposed encounter with his doppelganger just before his death.

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  8. Dad,
    I wish
    I could be
    with you right now,
    sit and hold your hand
    instead of sitting here
    clutching my own in prayer,
    waiting for word and wondering
    if I will get to see you again,
    but oceans, deep as our love, divide us.

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  9. If anyone has trouble with a word and needs to check the syllable count, I found this tool.

    http://www.howmanysyllables.com/index.html

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  10. Oh, Linda. Just beautiful. I am praying for you and your dad, so much.

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  11. Nice work, Elizabeth.I love this line: pearl of the deep, vessel cradling Neptunian strains...

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  12. Andrew, your etheree is perfect for this form :-)

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  13. Oh, Linda ... my heart and prayers are with you. How beautifully you've captured your love for your dad, and the emotional turmoil you feel. My heart hurts for you! May your dad feel God's presence in an unmistakable way.

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  14. Quiet,
    White wine,
    Tall green trees:
    A fine setting
    For my head clearing.
    Now to refill my brain
    With the beautiful musings
    Of a fabulously rich book.
    I am simply in a brief heaven
    Of my own and the author's creation.

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  15. Thanks, Marie Elena. It is 1:30 AM in Germany and, needless to say, I am having a bit of difficulty sleeping. Poetic Bloomings is usually a stimulus for my muse but tonight it is also a much needed distraction. Ironically, I already had a flight reserved for Saturday, but that just isn't soon enough anymore. :-(

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  16. I'm thankful you're able to find solace in our little site, Linda. Poetry (both reading and writing) seems to help ease the mind.

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  17. A-HA!

    He
    glanced my
    direction.
    He drew me in;
    charmed me with banter
    as I fumbled my words.
    His confidence, alluring.
    My shyness mesmerized him too.
    Our opposing styles were attractive.
    Unfortunately it wasn’t enough.

    2011-07-27
    P. Wanken

    *For those who travel the prompt sites, you may recognize a few prompts contained in this one. ;)

    ~Paula

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  18. Linda, my heart aches for you. May God grant peace and comfort to your heart and mind.

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  19. Never heard of this form before but enjoyed trying it! Here's my link:
    http://lolamousedroppings.blogspot.com/2011/07/always.html

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  20. Poetry

    Word
    passing
    through my mind
    sparks idea
    bright inspiration
    slipping through my fingers
    before I can gather it
    encapsulate the germ of it
    into coherence, understand its
    evanescence impossible to hold
    seek the transformation into poem
    translate transience into moment
    undeviating on the page
    concrete language to outlast
    immediacy of now
    with enduring terms
    of loveliness
    eternal
    constant
    truth.

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  21. I
    waited
    for your new
    album. Wanting
    to fall head over
    heels, but dissappointment
    is all I find in your rhyme
    and cliched lines. Words take up space
    but meaning was replaced by bouncy
    beats; commercial flare that takes me nowhere.

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  22. Cliche,
    but true.
    One girl and
    one boy; unique
    entities merged to
    become one. Parallel
    lives established with "I do."
    Side-by-side, with a transversal
    or intersecting line, hoping to
    avoid complete perpendicular loss.

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  23. I started writing this for another prompt, but it kicked and screamed until it had its way as an etheree:

    Ripe
    yellow
    banana,
    my nemesis
    of pubescent years,
    who offended taste buds,
    distressed my sense of smell,
    quashed my appetite for dinner:
    then suddenly, all defenses fade!
    wonderstruck, I eat my first banana.

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  24. Ships

    Ships
    sailing
    opposite
    directions may
    pass in the ocean
    without ever seeing
    the other as they sail on.
    They circumnavigate the globe
    with a cargo hold full of treasures
    and head toward separate destinations.

    By Michael Grove

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  25. Thank you, Linda. Much strength and peace to you and your whole family in these days...

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  26. I ran across a prompt, at Poetry Jam, to write about oneself at 67. An irksomely short time away.
    They wanted non-rhymers to rhyme, but I figure that this is just as far from my comfort zone as rhyme, so here goes.

    Etheree on my expectations for the age of 67


    three
    more years
    and some months.
    See me scowling?
    That's sixty-seven
    and the house is a mess.
    The starving cats began
    with a tentative nibble
    just a taste of a little toe.
    I was writing, and didn't notice.
    Well, these things happen, what did I expect?

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  27. Linda, I'm wishing you strength and courage. Losing a parent is one of life's major traumas, and you have all my sympathy.

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  28. Vivinfrance, he's hanging in there. Doc says he's lucky to be alive, and though he's not out of the woods yet he is awake. My dad is a fighter so I am counting on his strength. Fly out Saturday. Thanks for your kind words.

    Thanks also to Elizabeth and Andrew.

    Some good work already posted. Shannon, I really enjoyed your first one about the new album. Vivinfrance, I like how you did a reverse etheree. Sort of like a reverse fibonacci.

    Barbara, yours was sort of funny. Nibble, nibble.

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  29. Deep
    Hidden
    Secreted
    I know you’re there
    I search intently
    Delving diligently
    Pursuing determinedly
    Catching glimpses, spurring me on
    Persistently peeling back layers
    Surely I’ll not give up, I will find you.

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  30. Michael...I like how the shape of your poem looks like it could be attached to the mast of one of those ships you've written about! :)

    ~Paula

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  31. A Lonely Path

    She
    always
    took paths that
    were dangerous
    normally alone
    although rarely was she
    lonesome walking through crooked
    uneven dimly lit paths which
    lead this unprepared traveller to
    astounding and exillerating views.

    Poem Form: Etheree. 10 lines; 1st line 1 syllable, 2nd line 2 syllables, etc.; total 55 syllables.

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  32. Linda, my prayers and thoughts to you, your father and your family. I hope that you're able to make it home to his side. My father passed away before I was able to get home. I live in the UK and he lived near Seattle. Hugs to you.

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  33. That last line should read:
    astounding and exhilarating views.

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  34. Burning Embers

    White
    curtains
    of snowfall
    freezing against
    the icy window.
    The chilled air racing its
    way toward me, bracing cold,
    chasing warmth and embracing heat
    against its breast, thinking opposites
    attract but they destroy, then recreate.

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  35. Never Forget

    Never
    forget
    they are there,
    every move
    noted and checked,
    one unguarded moment,
    one foolish word out of turn
    will be enough to make them act,
    to appear suddenly in the night,
    you will cease to exist, a forgotten name.

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