Ovi Poetry 97: RELEASE is your inspiration.

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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 97: RELEASE is your inspiration.”

  4. Cheek to Jowl – With A Thousand Apologies to Allen Ginsberg

    America, I weep for thee,

    your Presidential anarchy,

    your soul trapped in a chaos tree,

    and no clear path to spent freedom.

    Storm troopers scoop folks off the street,

    human rights shattered with a tweet,

    Liberties twain will never meet –

    a shadow will burden the land.

    Into a world where millions seek

    release from lives sombre and bleak,

    chasing the sun, the right to speak

    universal truths – where is that?

    America, you crossed the line,

    embraced a callous grand design,

    a jingoistic sharp decline

    into an abyss of sorrow.

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  8. Thank you Ronovan. It has been quite some time. I am glad to be back.

    A bird in a small cage

    Can anyone ever gauge

    Its helplessness and rage?

    On looking out at the vast sky.

    Birds are meant to fly free

    Sitting on a tall tree

    Or flying about in glee

    Cages are not their homes.

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