Monday, April 25, 2011

Day 25 ~ Let's Write a Quinzaine Poem



Day 25 - How to write a Quinzaine Poem

OK, back to specific poems with patterns. Having to fit your thoughts into patterns is good practice for learning to express yourself. This one is VERY short and VERY specific in the pattern to follow. Try it out:

A quinzaine is an unrhymed three line poem that contains 15 syllables.

The pattern is:

The first line has 7 syllables
The second line has 5 syllables
The third line has 3 syllables

The first line makes a statement and the next two lines ask a question about the subject.

Example:

Spunky, brave young heroines.
Why are so many
orphaned girls?
      © 2008 Katy Jones as found in Highlights of Homeschooling “30 Forms of Poetry About Girls in Literature”

Here's a couple I came up with:

We're on earth to serve others.
Why is finding time
hard to do?
     © 2011 Stephanie Abney

God sees us as we can be.
Can’t we see others
that way too?
      © 2011 Stephanie Abney

YOUR TURN!!



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2 comments:

Vicki said...

Royal wedding in London.
Why are we obsessed,
makes no sense?

Stephanie Abney said...

Well, now that the wedding is over, what think ye, Lady Vicki? Cute poem.