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Saturday, February 23, 2013


This is a form invented by a poet who writes as  chasingtheday on Allpoetry.com
It is 15 syllables per line and at the beginning of every new line                      
you rhyme with the last word of the previous line.                                      
The first verse is 7 lines,                      
the second verse is 6 lines                      
and third verse is 5 lines.                      
The rhyme for the whole poem is end line rhyme -                      
Rhyme may be perfect rhyme, slant rhyme, or assonance rhyme, or sight rhyme                      
Each new line beginning must be the same rhyme as the              
end line rhyme of the line before it.
The following template may help.  Interpret the rhyme column (a)b as meaning the
first word uses the a-rhyme, the end-word uses the b-rhyme.

Example Poem

Calls for Careful Constant Cogitation   (Melodic)

This form requires lines fifteen syllables long, an internal
Infernal rhyme that's tough, because adjoining words must rhyme, hence
sense must accrue quickly to pairs that seem spaced so far apart.
Start with a new sentence when you need a break,  an external
nocturnal stimulant, like caffeine or nicotine dispensed
condensed into a pot or a pack may elevate your heart
chart and move your muse.  Or kill you like sex, food, or exercise.

Surprise surreptitiously surfaces when stringing sev'ral
caesural sounds sequentially but may lend a lift and lilt.
Tilt your lance and charge capriciously calling for less control.
Enroll enchanting images of white winged fairies with all
enthralled by fluttering and dancing as if on flower quilt.
Stilt your language if antiquities you're planning to enroll.

Droll wit can be levered when you have so many words, but wit
lit out from me this week.  I hoped muse and I could together
gather something credible, (not aiming for incredible)--
bull can only be shoveled just so deep.  But muse chose to sit
it out, and left me all alone.  Thus this time will be no hit.

Visual Template

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