ABC


OK, ready for a new challenge??  If you tried the Acrostic form of poetry, I’m sure  you had some fun with it.  It is not easy, but it makes you think.  Now I am going to show you a harder one.  This one is called ABC for a good reason.  It is a poem that tells a story in 26 words.  Yup, ironically the same number as in the English alphabet.  Imagine that.  The trick is, that each word in the poem must start with the next letter in the alphabet.  The only exception is X.  There are so few words that begin with X that it is acceptable to substitute a word that contains the X sound.  Below is an example of an ABC poem.  Ready to give it a try??? Good luck.  Let me know how you do.

The Butterfly

Another butterfly, colors dappled, enters, flying gracefully heavenward.
I just kneel, looking, mesmerized. Natures overture plays quietly.
Restless, suddenly thrusting upward, variegated wings exit, youthfully zooming.

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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6 Responses to ABC

  1. splitspeak says:

    wow! very interesting this.

  2. oldmainer says:

    Ready to give it a try?? Good luck

  3. splitspeak says:

    I really struggled. Couldn’t come up with a theme. Im not sure if the meaning comes across:

    Abandoned but courageous, distant envy flames generate heartbreak. I jealously killed love, memories never old permeate quietly. Rested slumber though undeserved, viciously weakened exceptional youthful zeal.

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