Ocarina

Ocarina

Type:	Structure, Metrical Requirement, End Word Requirement, Isosyllabic
Description:	Sestina with eight lines per verse for a total of 68 lines.
Attributed to:	Bob Newman
Origin:	England
Schematic:	12345678 85274163 34567812 27416385 56781234 41638527 78123456 63852741 With the envoy: 12 / 34 / 56 / 78
Rhythm/Stanza Length:	8
Line/Poem Length:             68

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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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