Ovi Poetry 94: LEARN is your inspiration.

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As y’all might know, I was a history teacher. I’m big into education and continued learning throughout life. It may sound odd, but I think learning is like any skill, if you don’t use that ability, you lose it. So if you don’t continue the process of learning, you lose it and basically take what you’re given… or you just ignore everything with the idea of ‘what does it matter anyway, I know what I need to know’.

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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14 thoughts on “Ovi Poetry 94: LEARN is your inspiration.”

  5. You have a very valid point there Ron , we are never too young or too old to learn. We must never stop opening our minds and using our brains.

    Also I strongly believe that when we have learned to cow and bow we are not living…thats when we need to learn to rise above and change our behaviour and learn to live our own life.💜💜💜

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  9. Teachers, Learners, Students, All

    As I watch the world quickly turn
    beyond my ken, and swiftly burn,
    is there a lesson we can learn,
    or is the point of learning moot?

    A friend, turned eighty, had a line,
    that captured a bleak view of mine:
    “It seems like nineteen thirty-nine”
    and all that year had to offer.

    But it is not that tragic year,
    but rather our own time of fear,
    new old wars with the same old drear –
    feuds and feudal-like tyrants.

    The earth explodes in ruthless quakes,
    whilst warlords bray like spiteful snakes,
    the sacked cower in darkened aches –
    we are held spellbound in the light.

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  11. Ronovan, our paths have crossed so many times without much exchange. I was thrilled to learn you taught history. Your thoughts on lifetime learning sound like they came right out of my mouth. This is a fun kind of poem and I’ve never heard of it.

    to learning nothing compares

    no matter how much someone dares

    done easily in armchairs

    sustenance for the brain

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