Storm clouds -
casting dark shadows
Broken padlocks –
and insecure. The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
to its beat
Hear the music
your heart sings;
dance. A Waltz Wave poem consists of 19 lines. The poem does not rhyme. The syllable structure is 1-2-1-2-3-2-1-2-3-4-3-2-1-2-3-2-1-2-1.
Enough of the Blarney! I listened to your Blarney For years and years on end. You made me think by now I’d be A lot more than your friend. But time keeps on a ‘going, And still I have no ring! So now I know your Irish talk Just doesn’t mean a thing. Chorus: So, raise your glass And drink your stout Your luck, my boy, Is running out! You promised me you’d take me home, To visit Galway Bay, To sail the river Shannon, And see Moher on the way. But all we’ve done is frequent pubs We find on Jersey Shore. Though it might be enough for you, A girl like me needs more! Chorus: So, raise your glass And drink your stout Your luck, my boy, Is running out! You used to charm me with your looks, Your wearing of the green. Your clumsy Irish dancing Was the cutest thing I’d seen. But now I’m done with Ireland – St. Patty, take no slight. For France, or Spain or Italy Is where I’ve got my sight! Chorus: So, raise your glass And drink your stout Your luck, my boy, Is running out! I’m done with you; I’m moving on! Oh Irishman, Your luck is gone!