Ovi Poetry Challenge 40: TRAGEDY is your inspiration.

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Self-reflection has always been a purpose of this challenge. Giving someone a topic they can then either look inward or out into the  world, think about it, and then put it down in a poem. Tragedy is a tough one. Or is it? If you don’t want to look inward, the media gives you plenty to look at out in the world, because tragedy gets viewers and clicks. It’s a bit sad that happiness and positivity isn’t more of a focus or at least given equal time. Maybe if it were, people would feel like there is hope and good in the world.

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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19 thoughts on “Ovi Poetry Challenge 40: TRAGEDY is your inspiration.”

  4. The Wars, and the Words

    On the world stage, the sorrows mount,

    the horrors, the starvation fount,

    and the best we can do is count

    the deaths, the dead, a numbers game.

    The protests grow, the rhetoric

    heartfelt, the words intense, smoke-thick,

    any deed that will do the trick –

    and yet we are still miles apart.

    In the parliaments of the land,

    debates are de rigueur, each stand

    is taken fast and fair, the brand

    is established and reinforced.

    It seems we have not travelled far,

    nor have we found a Peace bell jar,

    no language that will heal the scar,

    these endless grand grotesque guignols.

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  7. You are so right Dan there is so much Tragedy in the world as a whole today and so many people in the world carrying their own personal tragedies large and small. 💜

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