Ovi Poetry Challenge 12: PASSING is your inspiration.

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There are so many ways this one could go. Life and politics are two that I’m throwing in the ring. For a time it was even a term related to race in the US. I don’t think there are separate races, just one with different physical and cultural differences. But that’s just an opinion I’m sharing. I wish there was a way to erase that definition of the word.

First, remember, YOU DON’T HAVE TO USE THE WORD of the CHALLENGE in your poem, but use it if you like.

 

OVI POETRY

Ovi is a syllabic/metre poetry form. In this case, Ovi is from India, originating in the Marathi language. The Ovi  has been in use in written form since the 13th Century, but the women’s ovee/ovi predates the literary form by at least the 12th Century.

The Ovi are in general, lyrical folk songs expressing love, social irony, and heroic events. They are written in the following scheme.

4 line stanzas, as few as one stanza and up to as many as you like.

8 syllables or less per line

Rhyming is AAAb. The second stanza would be CCCd. The third, EEEf. And so on. Meaning nothing in one stanza must rhyme with anything in the previous stanza. The fourth line does not rhyme.

Example:

Roly Poly by Judi Van Gorder

The big toothed tot with golden hair
picked up a bug on Sister’s dare,
it rolled into a ball right there
and won her springtime heart.

Notice the rhyming pattern is AAAb or
A
A
A
b

My Attempt

Blue flowers continue to grow,
with the shadow’s making them glow,
giving life to darkness and woe,
dying each year to yet return.

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12 thoughts on “Ovi Poetry Challenge 12: PASSING is your inspiration.”

  3. A Fleeting Thought

    In the rain, morning’s drab greyness,
    the summer, seeming somehow less
    than what it was, sun’s dire caress,
    we have no place to go but fall.

    With fair warning, the seasons come
    one upon the other though some
    share moments, beat each others’ drum,
    a pulse of cyclic unity.

    And we, we mortals watch the skies,
    measure the wind, the heavens eyes,
    treasure and fear each day’s surprise,
    shelter in place, at sea, beyond.

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