Incremental Poetry ~ 16 Lines


My laps for exercise were done,
So I let the water hold me,
Felt the rise and fall as breathing
Filled and emptied out my airways.

Conscience tried in vain to scold me,
For I would not idle linger,
But a moment only savor
All to me the world bequeathing.

I could see a distant singer
Sitting high in the glossy leaves;
Then above me flew a swallow,
Circling back, did me a favor.

Higher still, soaring eagle cleaves
The wind—for a wink, blocks the sun—
All while climbing unseen stairways.
Where heart leads, the feet will follow.

Copyright © 2018 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

Welcome to my series, Incremental Poetry, where each week the featured poem will be one line longer than the one I share the week before. I have no idea how long I’ll keep this up, so we’ll just have to wait and see. Thank you for stopping by.

Domino Rhyme
any number of quatrains, all having external rhyme
syllabic, with 8 syllables per line
Lines 2 & 3 rhyme with Lines 1 & 4 of the following stanza.
Lines 2 & 3 of the final stanza rhyme with lines 1 & 4 of the first stanza, bringing the rhyme full circle.
The object is to give the feel of an unrhymed poem by keeping the rhymes distant from one another.
Rhyme scheme: abcd befc eghf gijh … iadj.



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