The poems that I
have documented for this category
include
Trick Poetry (four in one - OR
many more)
and Amera's Style (2 in one ), both on this page
The Trigee and the Cleave (three in one)
The Faceted Diamond (three in one - formatted)
Multidirectional Sonnet (2 in one) In Everysonnet blog.
In First Loves, Margaret
Atwood describes this "trick" poem ("I Saw a Peacock" by an
anonymous British poet) as "the first poem I can remember that opened up
the possibility of poetry for me." The trick is the two ways it can be
understood; read a line at a time, or read from the middle of one line to the
middle of the next. The Oxford Dictionary of Nursery Rhymes notes that it
appears in a commonplace book dated to around 1665; it seems to have been first
published in the Westminster-Drollery in 1671.
I Saw a Peacock, with a fiery tail,
I saw a Blazing Comet, drop down hail,
I saw a Cloud, with Ivy circled round,
I saw a sturdy Oak, creep on the ground,
I saw a Pismire, swallow up a Whale,
I saw a raging Sea, brim full of Ale,
I saw a Venice Glass, full fifteen feet deep,
I saw a well, full of men's tears that weep,
I saw red eyes, all of a flaming fire,
I saw a House, as big as the Moon and higher,
I saw the Sun, even in the midst of night,
I saw the man, that saw this wondrous sight.
Write a "trick" poem using this technique.
Each
line must be able to be read separately, as well as from the middle of one line
to the middle of the next.
Note:
I made a simple template simply dividing your line in two parts.
Its
advantage is simply that you can see separate parts and visualize how with will
combine.
Note:
in this poem . . each half is a complete rhyming poem,
each
line can be read either way with the lines in the other column on the same
line, or on the line above or below it, with rhyme in at lease one sequence.
In
addition one can each of the different colored lines in a column, (either up or
down) as a distinct poem.
Here is an AMERA STYLE where the bold words create a poem within a
poem.
Secret
place for Elves
Something
we know how to do
Is
build a place to hide from you
High up in the trees we climb
For
scattles of years; in elfin
time
So the king of elves came to me
Said
build a house up in a tree
All he
had to do was ask
Then
the elves set to the task
A
house in a tree, that’s what he said
To
hide from humans that we dread
So we
huddled we to whisper
To
keep our plans much crisper
We need a name; what to call it?
A Tree House! That name will fit
So now
our work has just begun
Hammering,
singing elfin fun
A secret place high in the tree
A place where no one else can see
A
place to hide for another
scattle
To
avoid a nasty battle
A cozy
place, a place to love
High
up in the tree above
Secret
creatures, Elves are we
Now
living high up in the tree
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