poem meme
via Phantom:
Take this quiz and discover what form of poetry you most closely resemble. Me, I 'm a cywydd llosgyrnog. (apparently, they've imposed vowel-rationing in Wales).
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reading list
- a directory for grieving families
- a failure of imagination
- a little pregnant
- a mending heart
- a second chance
- a series of unfortunate events
- adventures of law mommy
- all about preeclampsia
- am i doing okay
- amelies welt
- an accident of hope
- and here we are
- and the duck said
- antigone lost
- antropóloga
- apron strings
- awful but functioning
- baby passionfruit
- baby proof
- beaten but not bowed
- beautiful
- beyond the pale
- bloggings by deshaine
- blood signs
- box of rain
- bringing gabriel home
- broken heart diaries
- bub and pie
- certainly not cool enough to blog
- collecting raindrops
- coming2terms
- conceive this
- creating motherhood
- crib chronicles
- cruchy granola
- curvatude
- days of our lives
- discovering me
- doc grumbles i presume
- dragondreamer's lair
- drama 2b mama
- eight million pieces
- emma's mum
- everything is under control
- excavator
- expectant waiting
- finding my way home
- footprints on my heart
- for the flavor
- fortune cookie follies
- froggy baby
- glow in the woods
- greenblogger
- grownups are like that
- healing arts
- henry street
- her very own
- high land hard rain
- hopeful momma
- i thought unicorns were a myth
- i will be mom*
- i will never be over it
- i won't fear love
- i'm a smart one
- in her shoes
- in the land of broken hearts
- infertile fantasies
- julian's room
- just crazy enough to try
- just one more
- klepsydra
- la la land
- life after heartache
- life can be
- life from here
- life of uncertainity
- life with love and loss
- little beans 4 me
- losses and gains
- magpie musing
- making sense of it all
- mary's madness
- max's mommy
- maybe baby
- mcpolish
- me and my shadows
- miracle dive
- missed conceptions
- mommy wants vodka
- moshka*
- mother in mourning
- motherhood and angels
- my journey towards my little miracle
- my pain i hide
- my reality
- my resurfacing
- my scar smiles at me
- mystery mommy
- nate nate roller skate
- needs new batteries
- nicolas' garden*
- no matter how small
- noah steven
- not done yet
- one big maybe
- one tired ema
- painted maypole
- phantom scribbler
- plan b
- please give me back my heart
- project t*
- punch drunk
- pyjama mummy
- raspberry chip
- relaxing in the parlor
- rhymes with javelin
- riding the grief rollercoaster
- ryan was here
- seed dispersal mechanisms
- slouching past 40
- so close
- so dear and yet so far
- special survivors
- spin me i pulsate
- spiraling into control
- sticky bean
- sticky bun
- still hopeful
- still life with circles
- still passing open windows
- stitched up for the second time
- surviving my loss
- sweet/salty
- tears are for babies
- thalia's fertility journey
- that was the plan
- the callipygian chronicles
- the fertile soul
- the impatient patient
- the journey from here
- the littlest bean
- the para graph
- the view from the hill
- the woman who cried pregnant
- there's hope
- think pink
- third time lucky
- this is not what i ordered
- this that and the mother thing
- this too shall pass
- thomas woz 'ere
- three minute palaver
- too much too soon
- town criers
- trapped under ice
- trying to have a baby that lives
- tuesday's hope
- uncommon misconceptions
- under the mad hat
- unpollinated
- untangling knots
- uppercase woman
- wabi-sabi life
- waiting for . . .
- weebles wobblog
- what am i
- what does not kill you makes you stronger
- wheels on the bus
- which box
- wishing it would get easier
- words of a life
- write about there
- writing as jo(e)
- year of consolation
11 comments:
Well, I'll fess up. I am a "blank verse" geesh!
Terza Rima is my form. They gave a meaning, but I wasn't sure what kind of poetry that would be?
aurelia: I googled terza rima and here's what I came up with:
I have been one acquainted with the night. (a)
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. (b)
I have outwalked the furthest city light. (a)
I have looked down the saddest city lane. (b)
I have passed by the watchman on his beat (c)
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. (b)
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet (c)
When far away an interrupted cry (d)
Came over houses from another street, (c)
But not to call me back or say good-by; (d)
And further still at an unearthly height (e)
One luminary clock against the sky (d)
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. (e)
I have been one acquainted with the night. (e)
Kind of pretty, no?
I too am a terza rima.
Huh.
I was a terza rima too.
You know, as a former English teacher, I really should have known some examples of that kind of poetry. Errrr.
I can get down with some Robert Frost. But I'd rather have me some Dorothy Parker.
Hmm, I'm a ballad.
Niobe, isn't a=e there? Or is that not a general rule for this format?
I guess I better go take the quiz...
That is pretty.
The quiz says I'm a heroic couplet. Considering it then describes me as being precise, fond of order, and liking everything in its place, it's totally wrong! Maybe I might aspire to these things because my mom is very much a heroic couplet type, but I fail.
It told me I could be a triolet instead, and that seems much more appropriate.
Yours seems fitting though.
Little do they know that I'm a quasi-recluse - think Pynchon. They totally got that "never shuts up" portion right, though. I am a talker and I ALWAYS put my thoughts out there.
I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile. Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away I let mine out, and chatter all the while.I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day Is any day that's spent without a friend,With nothing much to do or hear or say. I like to be with people, and depend On company for being entertained; Which seems a good solution, in the end.
Har, I'm the first ottava rima. Often used for mock epics. That'll do. But so close to being a limerick. Darn.
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