When We Mingle Intimately (Cascade)

Since it’s poetry month, I thought I would try out some new forms and I bumped into a great blog post from A Different Perspective listing out 13 poetic form prompts. A big thanks to them for the inspiration

Prompt 2

Write a Cascade poem or

Write a poem using the word “limber”

A Different Perspective by muisopsis

Here are the guidelines for a Cascade:

– No rhyme scheme or syllable restrictions

– Line one of verse one is the last line of verse two

– Line two of verse one is the last line of verse three

– Line three of verse one is the last line of verse four (and so on)

– So for a three line first verse: a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C

Confused? Me too. I think this is one that I’ll need to try myself to understand.

Why is it called a ‘Cascade’? Because the repeated lines create a cascading effect throughout the poem.

Ok, get ready to cascade! Here I go.

(Oh and because I like puzzles I’ve decided to incorporate the optional prompt word “limber” into the poem as well).

When We Mingle Intimately

Stretching my mind out limberly,
Reaching deep from me to you,
Wondering what magic develops,
When we mingle intimately.

Making note of our differences lightly,
Listening with eyes open and wide,
Gently wandering from view to view,
Stretching my mind out limberly.


Shining light upon my darkest hue,
Letting loose my private thoughts,
Disabling my self-defenses,
Reaching deep from me to you.


My cares with yours elopes,
Your wonders free for me to see,
Playing openly with abandon,
Wondering what magic develops.


This started as a curiosity,
Now a passion project,
To discover what becomes of us,
When we mingle intimately.

Well that was another interesting experience. The cascading lines definitely created a thread through the poem. I’m not sure I’m fully finished working this — it feels a bit forced in parts. I might revisit again in the future.

Wanna give it a try?

Be well,

Monty

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