People react first and think second. We all do it from time to time. I usually pride myself in researching things before I make comments about them, but every now and then I’ll slip. Either I’ll not listen/read completely, or get caught up in the narrative being spun, because sometimes you think that some sources should be trustworthy. Nope.

Unrelated to what prompted this… prompt… is I follow some “Christian” Instagram accounts. At least I do until that moment they go off the rails. It’s at that moment I remember you need to check everything, even those who claim to be following a source such as the Bible. I mean, the Bible is the Bible. Sure there are different ways people interpret it but on a person’s account they’ll then make an incredibly human and personal comment/opinion that is obviously not guided by the source that is the point of their Instagram account.If a  person can get that totally wrong then one needs to remember any topic and source can be skewed and interpreted to fit a narrative.

That’s why you don’t “FOLLOW” any human source for information. You do your homework. Go to the original source or as close to it as you can get, and then make your own decision.

HASTE makes a waste of time, energy, emotions, and your life.

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.