Ovi Poetry Challenge 35: RELIEF is your inspiration.

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Loyalty. It’s harder than some may think. Sometimes being loyal may create serious conflicts. You’re loyal here but you’re loyal there, but at some point those two are opposite. Who are you loyal to them? That’s one example of loyalty that’s more real life than one considers when seeing the word.

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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8 thoughts on “Ovi Poetry Challenge 35: RELIEF is your inspiration.”

  4. No Relief for it All

    As I gaze out into the day,

    another set of hours at play,

    and measure how to wend my way,

    the peaceful fog belies the times.

    I am sheltered, pleasure of place,

    only cloistered demons to face,

    no marathons, a simple race

    piloted by life’s timekeeper.

    Within this sinecure I grasp

    the moments allowed, and then clasp

    them to my heart, a harmless asp,

    yet I still see the vipers’ rail.

    yet, once again, the day will end,

    the poem is not what I intend,

    elusive thoughts I have not penned

    lost in the lifting morning fog.

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