Things I was not prepared for:
-ways that a form lays me bare. In Monday's quatern there is a line that moves from the 1st line in the 1st verse to the 2nd line in the 2nd verse ... down to the last line in the 4th verse. My repeating line was "first words emerge out of chaos" ... and that repeating refrain reached deeply into chaos.
-a struggle with meaning and words. Each form requires a number of syllables, or a certain rhyming scheme ... so they force sounds to be considered before meaning. When I write a line, and the last word is "received", the next thing I do is write a list of words that rhyme: cleave, leave, reprieve, peeve, weave, achieve, believe, retrieve, beneath(?), grieve, heave. Sick. "Received." I cannot do that with "Weaved". or "leaved". It has to be "wove", "left". Nope. Can I make it singular? so that I can use weave and leave? But now the last line wants to be something else and weaves lands earlier in the last line. And limericks just want to be funny regardless of the words they hold.
-and it seems that I will have to study sonnets. I will read some good ones by Keats and Shakespeare. I don't get them. I mechanically work the rhyming scheme and the number of syllables but the cadence is off and they are wooden.
My grandsons and I had fun with Wednesday's Haynaku. I read the words for the week to them, and explained the rhythm (1 word in the 1st line, 2 words in the second, and 3 in the third). This is what happened:
God rose was risen
from the dead from the dead
had a went to
very good day to Grandma's house
explore the forest
glory contained glory contained
glee spilling over grace spilling over
And the limericks - which I do not quite feel like owning. But I wanted to use the words "dwell" and "receive" ... so this is what happened.
We struggle to relive the glory
He was born - we oft hear the story
Among us to dwell
Our flesh - not a shell
Holding treasure, t'was more like a quarry.
This word is a gift we receive;
not something that we can achieve.
Though constant our struggle,
understanding through trouble,
grace weaves through our lives a reprieve.
This Word is a gift we receive;
Once spoken, the Father would weave
from beginning of time
his actions like mime
renewal of life to conceive.
And now I have to get on with other Saturday things. Blessings in this wintry February season.