Ovi Poetry 95: UNDERSTAND is your inspiration.

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Last week the word was LEARN. You can learn a lot, but UNDERSTAND little. I know people I grew up with who took the same classes as I did who seemingly don’t understand what they learned was telling them. I guess you can tell the History guy in me. That’s been my passion for… well I won’t say how long, but I sure did love the ’80s. You may not like what history tells us ibut it happened and similar things can happen again, as they have throughout history.

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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12 thoughts on “Ovi Poetry 95: UNDERSTAND is your inspiration.”

  4. The Way of It

    What we understand, the essence

    of  our complex world, our two cents

    worth of wisdom, stark common sense

    is sometimes infused with folly.

    For each of us, the script seems clear,

    propelled by what we know, or fear,

    but in the end, views held, sincere

    and yet we may be miles apart.

    This morn I rise just as the light

    shines over Baynes Sound, shrouded tight

    with mist, yet above, mountains bright,

     clarity pleasing to the eye.

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  6. We want to understand
    How far it is that foreign land
    We try so hard to comprehend
    And count in miles and meters
    To cry for urgent matters
    When world is going nuts
    I want to have the guts
    To stay away from drama
    While healing all the trauma

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