Ocarina
Type:
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Structure, Metrical Requirement, End Word
Requirement, Isosyllabic
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Description:
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Sestina with eight lines per verse for a total of 68
lines.
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Attributed to:
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Bob Newman
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Origin:
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England
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Schematic:
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85274163 34567812 27416385 56781234 41638527 78123456 63852741
With the envoy:
12 / 34 / 56 / 78 |
Rhythm/Stanza Length:
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8
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Line/Poem Length: 68
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Thanks to Charles L.
Weatherford.
Example Poem
Our Special
Place (Ocarina)
We both embrace this
very special place.
When we feel
stressed we come for play and rest
it seems sedate and
wills all woes to wait.
Don't you abhor the
daily quest for more,
the circular
rat-race, the hectic pace
that takes away the
willingness to play?
I feel no need to
cuss and join the rush
to join the game
without our taking aim.
When first we came
seclusion was our aim.
Here is a space with
tranquil quiet pace
Who would have
guessed that just by seeking rest
we'd find a lust for
nature's thrilling rush.
We set out to
explore the place, and more,
each other's face,
less lined when in this place.
Most everyday we
find that we must play
and let the freight
of daily commerce wait.
Arriving late, I
caused for you a wait,
but you weren't sore
at all; there's so much more
encasing one in
splendor that the pace
of life gives way
and waiting too, is play.
Your sudden blush
invited me to rush
for thoughts un-tame
had warned of my aim.
With no disgrace we
sanctified the place
as we progressed
from urgency, to rest
Upon your breast
I'll lay my hand and rest
among the brush, no
longer in a rush.
We swim, explore,
embrace in lust once more-
enjoy the pace
afforded by this place,
the air's sachet,
the squirrels near, at play.
When calmed by mate
the world can always wait-
no other game shares
a more lofty aim
than kissing face
and slowing down our pace.
At home a flash of
lace turns up the pace
at end of day and
says you want to play,
but here no such a
proxy starts my rush;
natural nudeness
claims our bodies' aim.
My fingers trace
pathways to everyplace
where I have pressed
my lips and all the rest
I plan to sate with
out delay, but wait
we both adore the
wait; we'll wait some more
The forest floor,
one blanket, nothing more
this is our base
that turns this tranquil place
with water's spray
into a place to play
and actuate our
fantasies and wait
and frame thoughts
seeking any greater aim.
There is no race and
we both love this pace,
though I'm molested
'til I need a rest.
I would have to
blush were it not a rush.
There's still the
push to weekly join the rush
and play that game
which is commerce's aim.
We chase the credits
in the market place
Though not obsessed
we act just like the rest
and that equates to
working while we wait
the week-end to
restore ourselves once more.
It's not the case
that we can't stand the pace
of life's buffet- we
just take time to play.
It's quite cliché
you must mix work and play-
accommodate the
mundane while you wait
for fame and wealth
if that 's part of your aim.
Yet you can brace
your soul at any pace
and live with zest
if you take time to rest.
Avoid the crush
resulting from the rush
and go explore a
place where less is more
and in our case that
means our special place.
This is a place
where both of us may rest,
where waters wait
and pause before their more
determined pace
resumes, and we can play
without the rush
that sometimes seems our aim.
© Lawrencealot -
January 10, 2014
Related forms: Bina, Tritina, Quartina, Quintina, Sestina, Newman Sestina, Sidney's Double Sestina, Decrina, and Canzone.
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