Love Envisioned (Ottava Rima)

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 11

Write an Ottava Rima poem or

Write a poem incorporating the theme of vision

A Different Perspective by muisopsis

Here are the guidelines for a Ottava Rima:

– Made up of eight lines
– Rhyme scheme: abababcc
– Typically iambic pentameter/10-syllable lines

So seems like a nice little compact and rhythmic form. I ended up doing 8 syllable lines (I somehow had 8 stuck in my head and didn’t realize my “mistake” until I’d completed the whole thing). I also had more to say then I could fit in a single stanza so I doubled up. So I guess I took some poetic license with this one. Let’s check it out!

Love Envisioned

I used to believe love is pure
Like a blessing bestowed upon;
Never to be lost or unsure
Once earned never to be unwon;
That diamond promise’s endure
Toughened by time and pressure’s ton.
This — a fantasy of my youth
Now brittled by loving’s hard truth.

Today I know love is a wild ride;
A messy one with no straight path;
Like riding the sea’s changing tide
When strong winds bring their sudden wrath;
Or stagnant sails droop in winds died
And we forget to cry or laugh;
This — a non-fiction adventure,
Love can be anything but sure.

What do you think? About the form? About the poem? Let me know. Thanks for stopping by.

Be well,

Monty

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