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This is the Six Sentence Story.
Hosted by Denise at Girlie on the Edge, each week we are, all of us, invited to write a story grounded in the prompt word that she provides us. The goal is to write a story using six and only six sentences.
For the last few weeks I’ve looked to the various genre of fiction to attempt to create a Six with a certain tone, if not style. For god knows what reason, this week it occurred to me to try to write a poem. It is well-documented in these pages that the relationship between me and poetry is pretty much the same as what existed between me and Nancy Jackson. (It was in my younger life, back when I lived in the Land of Hormonia.)
I was not certain how to justify or qualify a story in the form of a poem. I am fairly confident that no one will accuse me of writing six sentences that are too short; nevertheless I felt the need to find a basis for claiming that I’d written a Six Sentence Story Poem.
I found reference to two forms: a) Sestain (which wikipedia informs us is a six line poem (which) “…are probably next in popularity to quatrains in European literature. Usually there are three rhymes in the six-line strophe, but sometimes there are only two”; and 2) Sextilla (which is also a six line poem)
This week the prompt word is: LIMB
LIMB
Seasons turn, life, ‘neath winters blanket stirs.
Brings new life to bathe in the sun’s caress.
Reaching, fingers seek the touch of old fur.
A tear in the soul, darkened happiness.
Loss, calls silently the heart’s phantom limb.
Sings in the language of joy, a quiet hymn.
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Oh, man, you suck! Lol. Which is to say, the poem is beautiful. I love it.
lol
A very classy six. Good job.
thanks, man
OH My Goodness (OMG)
That is awesome (and not only because it is brief).
It is beautiful because you tie life’s hopes and despair nicely in six lines.
lol (second line, )
This needed to be written! You have summed up what so many have felt upon losing a beloved pet who has become one with you. You did a remarkable job of writing this, although it can hardly be called a job. It was a gift of self and life.
thanks, Pat. (Ola was a remarkable dog)
You said this far better than I could have, Pat. It truly was a beautiful poem!
So many images! You are a poet, at least, today you are.
well said
I like it. Those last two lines are especially poignant.
cool
If ever I have known a soul to rail against the poetic form it was you. And now you’ve caved in such a stylistic fashion! A really wonderful poem! Welcome to the world of The Bard!
shhh (the guys at ‘bombs, broads and really-huge-guns.com’ find out, I’ll never hear the end of it)
the secret is out yo!!!
lol
And you say that writing poetry is not your forte? This was intensely beautiful and well done, I loved the emotion contained within the brevity of words, it left me almost speechless, which is indeed a very rare occurrence! Beyond well done… do more!!!
…thank you. (that poetry stuff is kinda difficult and complicated). As to the emotion contained, that was all Ola.
Wow! A poet! Well done. I like your quiet hymn.
Thank you.
Simply beautiful. Your photo put me in mind of all the German shepherds I have loved and lost and then your poem put me with my old cocker spaniel who sadly is near the end. You moved me but at the same time gave peace and calm acceptance.
In other words Clark – you were highly successful with your six line poem.
I’ve said this in other situations, but there is something about dogs, perhaps my own limited emotional capacity, that manages to bring out a part of me otherwise mostly-inaccessible.
It is the same for my husband. Aren’t we lucky we have them – dogs I mean (not husbands).
lol
yes, this is a true statement