The Words [An Ovillejo]

Caught up in this old jumble of paper and ink

I find… I think …

some thought or story half forgotten over time,

words taught to climb

and weave their way through eye and mind

until into the soul they wind

seeking down until depths until that place they find

were they root themselves in thought and breath

and are spoken lastly only unto death.

I find… I think … words taught to climb until into the soul they wind.

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I’m not the biggest fan of form poetry, just because of how restricting it can be and how it can breed bad poetry when the work is forced. I really enjoyed working with the parameters of this form however. It challenged me to really think about what I was writing, which is what I love about dVersePoets and their New Form nights.

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26 Comments

  1. Carol, your final line, and the fragments that lead to it, are perfection. What a wonderful unwinding.

    You just need to add one more line (Ovillejos are 10 lines).

    It should come between these two lines:

    “until into the soul they wind
    (new line here)
    where they root themselves in thought and breath”

    …and rhyme with “wind,” and be a slightly longer line, like your time/mind/death/breath lines.

    This is a fantastic start, and I love the way it flows. Form-wise, it’s an easy fix. 🙂 Thanks so much for playing! I’m loving what everyone is doing with this great form!

  2. While form can lead to bad poetry, when done right, the strictures of firm can also really inspire some wonderful poetry. You have done a great job with this one.

  3. You did a great job… I agree that forms can be very forced, but done right I think it adds a lot… restrictions is something that in the long run is good for poetry…. but it can also lead you to slaved words.

      1. I think that working a lot with meter really also improve free verse… I have written quite long passages of plain blank verse a few times… after a while I don’t count syllables… I just feel the iambic pentameter….

        1. Meter is always important in poetry. It can keep you in a poem or throw you out of it completely.
          I’ve been wondering… A while back I thought about doing guest posts on my blog but it never really came to much. Would you be interested in doing one on poetic form?

  4. Words.. iN written
    style.. guideposts..
    furniture..
    rooms..
    iN association
    oF emoTioNs
    true.. no less
    SonG..
    recorded..
    vinyl.. or digital..
    words can guide
    Us back to heARts..
    lost.. language and
    emoTion.. bed
    fellows and
    friends..
    when Art
    and words
    hUman
    become
    heARt
    poe
    Try
    uS..:)

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