Ovi Poetry Challenge 44: RELIEF is your inspiration.

Ronovan Ovi Challenge, , , , ,

Pain. Work weary. Family weary. World weary. What do you need relief from? Or is it some other relief you require? For me I need time. Or maybe I need relief from my own expectations or others expectations. There was a time I was very good at relief, but I kind of got away from that. It takes some focus and a bit of selfishness, sort of. But if we’re not selfish for ourselves, no one else will be.

 

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 44: RELIEF is your inspiration.”

  4. Nostalgic Bits

    We all need ways to hold our ground,

    a means to stir the joys we’ve found

    over the years as they unwound –

    relief from the world’s excesses.

    I slip into spectator mode,

    smoothly trek a familiar road,

    a tennis match lifting the load

    of a world at war with itself.

    This morn, a Barcelona match,

    Nadal on court trying to snatch

    a win after a poor health patch,

    a once young now aging player.

    I embrace my nostalgic bits,

    putting on a more pleasing Ritz,

    as the world fizzles on the fritz-

    this is how I keep myself sane.

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  7. Hot and humid weather

    Tiring altogether

    Days stretch on forever

    Dreaming of relief with the rains.

    But rains will come only in June

    Brought by the South West monsoon

    June seems as far as the moon.

    The wait remains unending.

    Thank you Ronovan for the prompt. 🙂

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