Ready for a new and intriguing form?
The EINTOU SEPTET is an African-American poetry form with seven lines adhering to the following syllable count: 2 / 4 / 6 / 8 / 6 / 4 / 2.
One recent afternoon, it began to rain. The air, chilled by a brisk north wind, dropped from just above freezing to just below in less than sixty seconds as the plummeting droplets shimmied in the chaotic current. The result?
PRESTI-DIGI-PRECIPITATION
With the
deftness of a
magician, the wind waves
a sheet of sparkling sleet over
the rain; when he whisks it
away, ta-daaaa!
Snowflakes!
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The picture is magical and I enjoyed the poetry too. Magic in your words. 🙂
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Thanks, JR. You get all kinds of poetry (and precipitation) forms here. The combination of wind and rain always intrigues me, how a shower can move almost horizontally, or undulate like it’s doing the hula-hoop. 🙂
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I like this poem pattern. One thing I’ve learned from you is that when poems don’t rhyme, their art follows different rules, such as a 2/4/6/8/6/4/2 pattern. Each pattern seems to have its own way of mesmerizing.
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Thanks, Tippy. All forms are combinations of rhyme, repetition, syllable count, and/or meter/flow. The variations are infinite. Eintou is very smooth and balanced. An odd number of lines, an even number of syllables. The lines advance and recede in a very measured way, like the motion of a wave. Mesmerizing indeed. 🙂
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It’s all very symmetrical. Nice!
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Thanks, Snoozin! I’ll be sure to fall on the ice twice so I can sport nice symmetrical ass bruises. 🙂
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You are very dedicated to your art!
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Joan, you make winter sound so nice. It’s my least favorite season of the year. I keep whining about it, haha. It has actually left us, but now we have high winds making walking the dog or riding a bike impossible! The Eintou Septet is a lovely form, my gifted friend.
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Thanks, Lana. It’s all in how you spin it, I guess. Winter can be beautiful and magical, or a real pain. Today is warmer, but the wind keeps trying to rip the storm door off its hinges. Hope your winter is over and Ol’ Hobo Sleet is on the next train out of town. 🙂
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That is quite true, Joan. We are particularly plagued by wind here, so I dislike that too whether it is a brisk, cold wind or a hot, furnace wind. I think the Ol’ Hobo made his train 😀
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There is magic in snowflakes. There is also magic in painting an image with just the perfect medley of words. Nicely done!
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Thanks, Quirky. It was a cool storm to watch, the precipitation changing as the temperature dropped into the freezing range. I worked in an office without windows for 16 years, so watching the weather minute-by-minute fascinates me. 🙂
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