Ovi Poetry Challenge 85: FRIEND is your inspiration.

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Does the definition of what a FRIEND is change through the years? Maybe what’s important about a friend when your 8 is different than when your 38 or 48 or… I’ll just stop there. Moving around a lot as a kid, then ending up as a senior in high school in a new state then moving after that, friends aren’t something that has come easy to me.

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 85: FRIEND is your inspiration.”

  1. Friends Thru Time

    Thru the  portal of dream-like time,

    I drift along, a thoughtful mime,

    shape shifting memories sublime –

    unrolling canisters of film,

    I see the freckled kid I was,

    ruffled, a doubting Thomas gauze

    of  mist that blanketed each cause

    that I embraced, a careless child.

    Friends came and went. I have lost track

    of most, and as I venture back

    in memory, I sense the lack

    of context that left me adrift.

    Once in a while I reconnect,

    a good time recalled, held in check

    by precision – still we reflect

    on the wonders that might have been.

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