Ovi Poetry Challenge 48: PROMISE is your inspiration.

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I promise there is more promise to this promise prompt than you think at first.

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 48: PROMISE is your inspiration.”

  2. What I See in Our Future After Today

    Spring brings a promise, summer storms,

    firestorms, partisan head worms,

    debates, trials, good and bad forms

    of sundry human behaviour.

    The world is possessed by shadows,

    wars, weather events, sombre woes,

    political carnival shows,

    bereft of what we need- meaning.

    We live lives, compartmentalized,

    pick and choose what is advertised,

    select, if we can, what is prized,

    and make do with the rest of it.

     And while we wile away each day,

    assassins stalk their chosen prey,

    callous cutthroats who want their way,

    undaunted by peaceful customs.

    And once again I come up short –

    there’s little flavour in this torte –

    a poetic pie of no import

    save to paint my passing fancy.

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