Why did I follow the alphabet of poetry formats? Why do I write so many poems/rhymes? Why does some of my other writing seem to flow as poetry? Enough whys!
What do I do now that I have completed the alphabet? Start over? Go back and find the forms that I didn't write?
It's time to try for some answers. Following the alphabet was a way to connect with some poetry styles that I hadn't used before. I have a Poem A Day in February on Facebook for whoever of my friends wishes to join.
Over and over again I have been messaged how healing the experience was for different individuals. I learned that for myself in my own trauma and grief work. It started as journaling.
Because I introduced different poetry forms in that group, I now have more to introduce. I was also asked to teach a beginners' writing class. Because poetry/rhyme will be a part of that, I thought I might find some beginner forms to use with the group.
My writing of poetry/rhyme started about 8 years ago now for me. I was asked to write rap songs for a grandson. Then I went to A Poem A Day in February and I have done that for 7 years. Last year select members decided to have a rhyming day on the eighth of every month.
Vocal gets a lot of rhyming and poems too, when the story will probably not be 600 words. After writing for NaNoWriMo, I will usually write longer stories for a time. Then I find myself going back to 600 words or poetry/rhyme.
A couple of people have commented that they like the flow of my writing. Then one woman said, it is a poem-like flow.
A decision is yet to be made about going back and trying the poetry forms I left behind. Maybe I will go backward from Z to A, recognizing that with a few letters, I could find no format.
I thought I would put a sample of what my following poetry formats by the alphabet would bring.
Now is a gift
Thank you for being swift
We do better without a rift
Denise Claire Estey Lindquist
is never to be kissed
by her hubby John
when he is chewing snuff or out on the lawn.
Grandma, what is wrong with you? — I don’t know nothing?
You are older than dirt, right? — 59 is not!
Grandma, you are the smartest! — old woman you know?
Never mind, I need reiki. — Reiki hey, okay.
The Month of November
Recognized days in November
Day of the dead
Day I was wed
Thanksgiving will be here too soon
saw the full moon
Thankful for fall
We had a ball
Native American month now
Please take a bow
We are still here
Miigwech my Dear
of beauty and spirit
of seven grandfathers
of lessons teaching
spirit and beauty
of American Natives
Her husband has hard, huge, hefty
hee haws, her hubby has hobo humor!
He has humorous, heavenly hits!
Has Honey had horney humiliation?
Honey has hat hair.
Her hymen, his humble home.
Humping, hugging, humming, Ho ho ho.
Hell has heavy hot heat!
Hippies have huge hearts.
Ho, how Hope helps handle him.
Her head has horse hair.
Her hotel host has hot heavy hands.
Helping her he hesitates.
Have hotdogs, hamburgers, hashbrowns?
Hominy, hearty healthy hotdish,
Heineken, Hamms, highball, ho ho ho?
Hubby, he’s huge, happy, honored.
Help him home.
Herman, honestly handles her hearse.
He’ll help her headstart humbug hill.
Hey, how humility helps hate.
Hyacinth, hibiscus, hollyhocks.
How happy Heaven has her.
Happy holidays, Harmony, Helen,
Holly, Harriet, Henrietta!
About the Creator
I am married with 7 children, 27 grands, and 12 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium weekly.