Ovi Poetry Challenge 29: FORGIVENESS is your inspiration.

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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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9 thoughts on “Ovi Poetry Challenge 29: FORGIVENESS is your inspiration.”

  1. […] I’ll forgive all persons, but “No”To groups performing for show.I’ll tell them all ‘where to go’.We are Free.Actions for permanent goodNever need a mask or a hood.People want to do as they should.Without force.A New Year will bring good or bad,Yet boardrooms crave more than they had.Non-compliance makes tyrants mad!Hold your ground.https://ronovanwrites.com/2024/01/03/ovi-poetry-challenge-29-forgiveness-is-your-inspiration/ […]

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  4. Mercy Me

    Turbulence circumscribes our Globe
    whilst rockets flicker, evil strobe
    of sky, of bombs, an endless probe
    to see how close the edge might be.

    Mine enemies, I know them well.
    He/she/they ring their angry bell.
    There is no peace that I can tell,
    awaiting in the wings of time.

    Yet, I long to end all the ire
    to dissipate, to quell the fire
    of discord, that frequent flyer
    of pain, of war, of forever.

    And for my part, I share its name,
    for surely silence is to blame,
    to hear voices dousing the flame ―
    such a choir is long overdue.

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  9. Experiences that hurt us
    Help us to become cautious
    And so often we feel helpless
    And cannot forget all that happened.

    To forgive and forget
    Is too difficult a tenet
    And often it is a threat
    To our balance and peace of mind.

    Thank you Ronovan 🙂

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