I decided to practice poetic forms (for form’s sake). These two poems are examples of two different poem forms:
The Fib – http://www.poetryfoundation.org/features/articles/detail/68971
The Lai – http://thepoetsgarret.com/2008Challenge/form14.html
Let’s just say I’m starting easy and working my way up to the “Big Boy” forms (gender-non-specifically-speaking). My efforts don’t represent the apex of these forms; I’m just posting my finger exercises for the fun of it.
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Fib – A Fib poem
Told
Mom
a fib
little white
lie. Don’t remember
Why. Perhaps I made my mom cry.
Lie – A Lai poem
I told a white lie.
Made my mother cry.
I’m sad.
A tear filled her eye.
She never said, “Bye”
To Dad
And I. Saw her fly.
Doesn’t live nearby.
She’s glad.
Nicely done and now I feel challenged to give these two forms a go. They are both on my forms checklist and are unchecked! It is intriguing how these two poems work together from a child’s perspective and I really admire your use of line breaks in the Lai. Of course, the best part is the punnistic title 🙂
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I felt the titles were a gimme. I’m glad you enjoyed them and feel inspired to attempt them!
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Love these, Charley. The Fib is one of my favorite forms. So much fun to play with. I enjoyed the Lai today, too.
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I’m glad. Those were just playing with the forms. Lots of fun.
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So fun to see how you attacked both forms with such success, working the same basic story. For you, we will pronounce the Lai as Lie! You’ve earned it.
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You say potato and I say… um, potato. Thank you!
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😄
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Well, now we know the difference between a fib and a lie/lai. Clever word choices. I’m smiling.
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Thank you. I’m glad I’ve brought cheer.
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This is sad Charlie – but the form is great!
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Actually, they are both fibs. I grew up with a single mom. I probably fibbed a couple of times to her, and she probably knew and was glad I did. My father was out of the picture, but that wasn’t necessarily sad…. Glad you enjoyed the poems.
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You gave us bonus, two forms for one. And on the same subject, very clever
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Thank you! I’m glad it worked so well.
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🙂
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Such a sad lai poem, but well written.
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That means my voice was effective. I’m glad it worked for you!
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I thought the Lai was short until I saw the Fib. I’m impressed by how much you got into it!
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Yeah, it’s concise. That can make it more powerful. Like Haiku. Glad you liked it.
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I liked the fibbing and the lying in the title. I suppose the haiku is even more difficult that these short poems.
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Read Haiku by Basho. He packs them plum full. They are a marvel.
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It’s very interesting interesting that you described the same event in different forms. Sounds fun!
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Always a good exercise for a poet… or any kind of writer. Same event, different formats, different points of view, too! Glad you enjoyed it.
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Liked your lai especially- glad for mom in the end,
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Lol! The sad news is that in real life my mom was stuck raising me. Not that I was bad… mostly. Glad you liked it!
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Oh how cleverly you’ve done that. And effortless too. Love the titles.
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Thank you! Mostly I was just playing; an essential element to poetry, I think.
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Looked up the link for the Fib — interesting story in itself in terms of how it came to be. 🙂 Might try one for my post today (Friday) — a nondVerse day.
LOVE the interplay of the Fib and the Lai (if pronounced wrong). Clever take on the prompt! You always make me smile 🙂
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Aw, thank you! I thought they played off each other well… until last night when I found I had the wrong pronunciation. The fib is fun!
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Love both your poems, the fib and lai ~ Your lai poem made me think she had a reason to fly, and not say goodbye though ~
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They are both a fib and a lai. My mom was a single mom who hung in through thick and thin. She lived with me the last year she lived. The poems were merely voicing a thought… like the fictive voice in literature. My mom would be more short story or novel fodder than a choice for poetry… especially not ripe for a fib or a lai. 🙂
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Second comment here…..I was so taken with the Fib form, that I just posted Fib Poetry X3 as today’s post on my blog. Mosey over and take a look at what you inspired. It was quite fun to work with. And that’s no fib! 🙂
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Awesome! I’ll head on over.
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What a nifty little poem! So few words yet you tripped in and out of the big story. Nice one!
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Thank you!
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🙂
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Such strong emotions. It was beatiful.
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Thank you!
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You are welcome!
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