Ovi Poetry Challenge 52: TOMORROW is your inspiration.

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Looking ahead, is it a good thing or bad? I guess if you’re planning for retirement… yep. How about a date? Of course. Maybe you’re one of those people who live today as if there is no tomorrow. Whatever floats your boat might also sink your ship.

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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11 thoughts on “Ovi Poetry Challenge 52: TOMORROW is your inspiration.”

  3. Tomorrow

    I think of tomorrow today –

    that time is but moments away,

    there, in my dream, a soft sashay,

    a dance on a future moonbeam.

    Each day the dance of life unfolds,

    we gauge our actions, plans, thresholds,

    measure our loves, those small cuckolds

    of treachery, lies, delusions.

    Our imperfections rule our roost

    though good intentions tend to boost

    the sum of what we have produced-

    a potpourri of irony.

    We wait in the wings – fickle fate,

    wiggles its finger while we wait,

    a certain end, a hazy date,

    and then there are no tomorrows.

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