The prompt for today was to write a nine-line poem. I could choose any form I wished or use a free form verse. I chose a Balassi Stanza where it looks like this:
Rhyme scheme: a. a. d. b. b. d. c..c. d
Syllable count:.. 6. 6. 7. 6. 6. 7. 6. 6. 7
Of course, I chose this form mainly because Balint Balassi is Hungarian. Also, I am taking a crash course in music theory right now, so the poem reflects the terms swimming in my head.
rhythms all frenetic,
and deceptively half there.
appalachian folk tunes,
maqam modes that commune
and pulse with joy and despair.
complexity that ensnares.
—Carla Picklo Jordan