Ovi Poetry 92: BRIDGE is your inspiration.

It’s always good to find things that we all have in common. We know, and believe me the world tells us enough, that we have our differences, but we have more in common, we think more in common, than we don’t. There are a handful of things… maybe two handfuls of important things we all may differ on, but it’s those common things that keep us going and let’s be honest, those things are what push society forward. If we all ever get to the point where we agree on everything, I’ll know AI has taken over and we’re in the Matrix.

So we BRIDGE our differences with our commonalities.

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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7 thoughts on “Ovi Poetry 92: BRIDGE is your inspiration.

  1. How Dark The Days

    Two months of Trump, two months of tripe,

    his chainsaw goons , their Dodgy hype,

    jack booted  thugs, we know the type

    and now they have the upper hand.

    Laws are now passé – Trumpets blare,

    The King and his Court Minions wear

     the mantle of Freedoms despair –

    a coup d’etat well on its way.

    Trump fiddles on his golden stage,

    the earth ignites, a new stone age –

    Dictator driven, far-right rage,

    and greed, an ardent by-product

    Is there a bridge to sanity?

    I don’t want to sound panicky –

    the air so thick with enmity-

    leaving us huddled on the brink.

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