A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
As you can see from the title we’re going to work with the “tercet” this week. This is not a poetry form in the true sense of the word like a sonnet, haiku or shadorma. It’s a poem that has three units rhymed or unrhymed. But let’s read the Glossary of Poetic Terms at the Poetry Foundation has to say about my choice for today:
A poetic unit of three lines, rhymed or unrhymed. Thomas Hardy’s “The Convergence of the Twain” rhymes AAA BBB; Ben Jonson’s “On Spies” is a three-line poem rhyming AAA; and Percy Bysshe Shelley’s “Ode to the West Wind” is written in terza rima form. Examples of poems in unrhymed tercets include Wallace Stevens’s “The Snow Man” and David Wagoner’s “For a Student Sleeping in a Poetry Workshop.”
Browse more poems with tercets.”
Let’s have a look at David Wagoner’s : “For a Student Sleeping in a Poetry Workshop
I’ve watched his eyelids sag, spring open
Vaguely and gradually go sliding
Shut again, fly up
With a kind of drunken surprise, then wobble
Peacefully together to send him
Home from one school early. Soon his lashes
Flutter in REM sleep. I suppose he’s dreaming
What all of us kings and poets and peasants
Have dreamed: of not making the grade,
Of draining the inexhaustible horn cup
Of the cerebral cortex where ganglions
Are ganging up on us with more connections
Than atoms in heaven, but coming up once more
Empty. I see a clear stillness
Settle over his face, a calming of the surface
Of water when the wind dies. Somewhere
Down there, he’s taking another course
Whose resonance (let’s hope) resembles
The muttered thunder, the gutter bowling, the lightning
Of minor minions of Thor, the groans and gurgling
Of feral lovers and preliterate Mowglis, the songs
Of shamans whistled through bird bones. A worried neighbor
Gives him the elbow, and he shudders
Awake, recollects himself, brings back
His hands from aboriginal outposts,
Takes in new light, reorganizes his shoes,
Stands up in them at the buzzer, barely recalls
His books and notebooks, meets my eyes
And wonders what to say and whether to say it,
Then keeps it to himself as today’s lesson.
Source: Poetry (October 2002).
I think this is a delightful poem … and I can really feel for the snoozing poet! So now we can thinking of what to write using tercets as in the example above. Now for a little inspiration:
Now, you can begin to write using the tercet or you can inspire yourself with something you’ve done, or maybe you prefer to do a shadorma … any of these are fine!
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Have a great week everyone! Ciao Bastet.