The sestina has six unrhymed stanzas of six
lines each in which the words at the ends of the first stanza's lines recur in a
rolling pattern at the ends of other lines. In the diagram below, the letters
A-F stand for the six end-words of the sestina. The sestina concludes with a
tercet (three-line stanza) that also uses all the six end-words, two to a
line.
Stanza 1:
__________A
_________B
_________C
__________D
__________E
__________F
Stanza 2:
_________F
_________A
_________E
_________B
_________D
_________C
Stanza 3:
________C
________F
________D
________A
________B
________E
Stanza 4:
________E
________C
________B
________F
________A
________D
Stanza 5:
_______D
_________E
________A
________C
_________F
_________B
Stanza 6:
________B
_________D
__________F
_________E
__________C
_________A
Tercet:
________A ___________B
________C __________D
________E ____________F
Stanza 1:
__________A
_________B
_________C
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| In this Sestina
by Elizabeth Bishop, the six simple end-words are: A: house B: grandmother C: child D: stove E: almanac F: tears |
__________E
__________F
Stanza 2:
_________F
_________A
_________E
_________B
_________D
_________C
Stanza 3:
________C
________F
________D
________A
________B
________E
Stanza 4:
________E
________C
________B
________F
________A
________D
Stanza 5:
_______D
_________E
________A
________C
_________F
_________B
Stanza 6:
________B
_________D
__________F
_________E
__________C
_________A
Tercet:
________A ___________B
________C __________D
________E ____________F
I awaken to the sound of rain
ReplyDeleteThe trinkle trinkle splash
A gloomy Saturday morning is the best
The puddles begin to form in the mud
The sky is filled with gray, gloomy clouds
I grab my rainboots, ready to go outside
Outside can be bitter and cold
Rain is strong and powerful
Clouds cry with tears from the sky
Splash, splish, splosh in the puddles
Mud glues to your rainboots when you go puddle stomping
Best day of my life is when I dance in the rain
Skyfall and rainfall
Rain is said to be God crying
Puddles form in the grass, on the concrete, they form everywhere!
Cold weather and rain can lead to colds
Powerful rainfall can lead to disaster storms
Stomping around outside and getting drenched from all the rain
Storms like hurricanes and tsunamis bring tears to the victims
Everywhere you look you see heavy raindrops
Crying in the rain is pointless
Rain is a continuous cycle
Rainfall is also the angels are playing with the hose again
Colds can lead to the flu
Cycle of rain continues to happen
Again the storm will turn off the power
Victims of the rain can be lost forever
Pointless to think you can outrun the storm
Flu season is a bad time for it to rain
Raindrops fall off the treetops
Power will only turn on with the help of electricians
Storm is a brewing
Treetops tell when the first drop falls
Rain is all over the world
Forever the rain will fall
Happens to cause a storm
The need for electricians, is brewing
Falls, it sprinkles, it is majestic, occurs all over the world
Fall of rain is amazing, but be careful cause it can turn into a storm
This is a really nice poem. Clouds cry with tears from the sky is a beautiful line. Very good
DeleteI dream of driving with the top down
ReplyDeleteThe wind running it’s fingers through my hair, swiftly
Not a care in the world
As the sky turns into streaks of pink,orange, and blue
I’ll breathe in deeply, the cool night summer breeze
No place I have to go
I won’t try to achieve anything,I’ll just go
My shoulders will be weightless, without the earth falling down
Words of sharing this world, a change for the better will carry through the breeze
I’ll throw out the greed from my mind swiftly
Love will be my world
I’ll try to be happy not blue
I’ll find my place in this world
And someone who will never let me go
We’ll laugh until our faces turn blue
They’ll pick me up not push me down
Chasing each other with water guns, running round and round swiftly
Our love will be effortless like a breeze
We are all the same, we come from the same breeze
In our minds is the future to the world
All quick to judge swiftly
Don’t be chained, just go
Before the waves come crashing down
A stormy world of grays and blues
The flowing water is blue
It runs with the breeze
A heavy foot comes down
Splash! Disrupting their world
The foot doesn’t care, it just wants to go
Go, go, go. It reads the pages of life swiftly
Throwing each other at seduction and destruction swiftly
I can feel it all, it makes me blue
I just have to go
I want to breathe it in, that cool summer night breeze
No worries cause every little thing is gonna alright in this world
I’m driving with the top down
I’m not letting people push me down, I turn away swiftly
This my world, no will make be feel blue
I’m a like a breeze, I have no where to go
Incredible poem! Wow, such a beautiful sentiment, and so well constructed.
DeleteIt’s midnight
ReplyDeleteThe moon is the only thing that illuminates me
In this hour I feel peace
Then again I feel as if I’m being watched
A presence that is unknown
Something that is unwelcome
An what is this force that is unwelcome
Who or what is it that disturbs my wonderful midnight
What is out there watching me in the unknown
Whose eyes are out there haunting me
Why do I feel like a predator being watched
Why can’t I find any peace
Maybe it’s because this thing, this creature is supposed to deliver me peace
Maybe this thing is supposed to ward off demons that are unwelcome
For protection, that’s why I’m being watched
I’m being protected from what lurks in the midnight
At least that’s the only thought that comes to me
I’d rather not dwell on the unknown
Maybe it’s because I fear the unknown
The fear of trying to figure out removes all sense of peace
It unnerves me
These thoughts of wonder are unwelcome
Especially at this later hour, especially on this midnight
I feel like a scared prey being watched
I feel like a gazelle being watched
Whatever happens after this hunt is unknown
Hopefully I survive this midnight
Hopefully I’ll stop being watched
By this force that is unknown
This thing that unsettles me
Will someone help me
Or is it my guardian angel that’s making me feel watched
Should my guardian angel be unwelcome
Or is it a predator that is unknown
When will I get peace
On another midnight
Maybe I shouldn’t stay up past midnight, maybe it isn’t good for me
Maybe then I’ll find peace, maybe then I wont be watched
Then I won’t be afraid of the unknown, then my ‘guardian angel’ wont be unwelcome
Wow, this presents some very complex ideas, and you really create an empathy in the reader. Such a good poem.
DeleteHer beauty is on the inside.
ReplyDeleteLike the inside of a budding flower.
She doesn’t see it like he does,
He sees her inner beauty like it’s on the outside.
She doesn’t believe him and her emotions are dark.
He tells her everyday, yet she still doesn’t see it.
She doesn’t feel it,
it’s forever on the inside.
Her thoughts are dark,
they will never be a flower.
They will never see the light of outside.
Does she know? He wonders, does?
He doesn’t think she knows it.
She only sees the outside,
not the inside.
She is a flower,
but all she sees is dark.
She thinks dark thoughts, and does dark actions; dark
She tries to hide her scars, she really does.
But you can clearly see she is wilting like a flower.
He sees it as well, and tries to help it,
But she keeps it hidden on the inside.
Never to be let outside.
She thinks beauty is outside,
She sees only the dark.
He thinks beauty is inside,
For what she does,
With it;
Doesn’t look like a flower.
The pretty little innocent flower,
Nobody knew, she was keeping it all hidden away. On the oustide,
She was a perfectly happy teenage girl, it
had been a while since she expressed her true feelings, the dark…
The way she does it, she thinks no one notices. But He does.
She’s hurting on the inside…
On the inside, she isn’t a flower.
What she does, it’s on the outside.
The evil things creep into her mind. Dark. She can’t help it.
It was a hot humid day
ReplyDeleteThe sun was shining really bright
It felt like the sun would never stop shinning
Upon my face
I began to sweat a lot
The sun was so bright
I grabbed water from down the well
I began to feel my jug
I needed fresh water
I felt like I was going to die
I couldn’t take it anymore
So I began to drink my water
I hate the heat
It was extremely hot
I sat under a tree
I wanted the sun to go down
So I can finish my journey
Through the path
The sun went down
It was still a little hot
There was no breeze
All I hate was a leaf that I found
That kept me cool
Once I got to the top of the hill
I sat on the top
Of the hill
With my jug of water
I began to walk up father more
I needed to get to my destination
As soon as possible
I couldn’t stop
I had no choice but to push myself
Up the hill I go
If I looked back I would never go forward
So I began my journey
Up I go
I got up to the mountain
I finally made it up
I was so exhausted
I layed on the path for a minute or two
Then I began to walk
I got there in no time
I don’t know what to write for this poem
ReplyDeleteAll I know is that I need to do this assignment no matter what
It would be really bad if I get a failing grade
The only thing on my mind is going home
The school day is almost over
Can’t wait
Can’t wait
I don’t know what to write for this poem
This school day is almost over
All I know is that I need to do this assignment no matter what
The only thing on my mind is going home
It would be really bad if I get a failing grade
It would be really bad if I get a failing grade
Cant wait
The only thing on my mind is going home
I dont know what to write for this poem
All I know is that I need to do this assignment no matter what
The school day is almost over
The school day is almost over
It would be really bad if I get a failing grade
All I know is that I need to do this assignment no matter what
Cant wait
I dont know what to write for this poem
The only thing on my mind is going home