Suppose (A Monotetra)
The world enclosed her pickled pluck
as fate would carry winsome luck
and labeled all as chimes were struck,
"They've run amuck, they've run amuck!"
How sweet her greens on wing of bee
would bloom and smile with pleasantry
as breath of air was pure and free.
What used to be, what used to be.
To catapult her feathered rush
amid this song and silent hush
of land once soft and fertile plush
now left to blush, now left to blush.
So tarry not we lonesome brood
lest call should capture and intrude
with languished cry of siren rude.
Become unglued, become unglued!
And call to arms 'gainst treason rule
with stubborn act of fabled mule
to clean her air and cleanse each pool
or play the fool, or play the fool.
Help magnify and then expose
such filth of path our kind has chose
and if this done, do you suppose
flush of new rose, flush of new rose?
Copyright © 2007
Pamela A. Lamppa
(All Rights Reserved)
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Monotetra
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The monotetra is a poem written in quatrains,
with each line in tetrameter and each stanza is
monorhymed (thus the name, monotetra).
The other requirement of the form is that
the fourth line of each stanza is
a repeated dimeter phrase,
giving the poem a very songlike quality.
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Poetry by Pamela A Lamppa
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Written on 2007-04-03 at 11:28
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