Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Day 8 Octopoem for #NationalPoetryMonth and "30 poems in 30 days"

Day 8 Octopoem for #NationalPoetryMonth and "30 poems in 30 days"

An “Octopoem” is a fun little poem that has 8 lines, perfect for Day 8!

Yes, I have used this form on previous Day 8’s ~ it’s a fun choice for the 8th

Pick a topic (usually a person) of your choice and describe them in EIGHT lines.

Wait! Don’t start yet!


Each line can be as long as you choose, BUT use only one sentence per line.
This poem does not need to rhyme, nor do you need to count syllables.
BUT you do need to follow the order of the descriptions you use for each of the 8 lines.

You can give your octopoem a title or just start right out with line 1.

It seems to be best suited to describe people, but you can get creative and describe a pet, a literary character, or even an object, etc. ~ just be aware, one of the lines is about clothing style.

And, for fun, this year I wrote one about myself and that worked too!

Have fun!!

An octopoem has 8 lines describing a person, or a pet, or whatever:

line 1: must include a color
line 2: must name a season
line 3: must state a place
line 4: must mention the weather
line 5: must describe their clothing
line 6: must mention some type of furniture
line 7: must name a TV show
line 8: must have a type of food

Here’s an example poem I wrote about my dad last year:

I Miss You, Daddy

My dad’s eyes were blue, his favorite color
He loved to garden in the spring and summer
In what used to be our backyard lawn
The Southern California weather was perfect
He wore comfortable clothes to garden in, often rolling up the cuffs of his pants
He could sit outside on the lounge chair for hours enjoying life at that moment
Unless it was time for “The Wheel of Fortune” and “Jeopardy”
He’d close each day with a bowl of ice cream

                                         © 2019 Stephanie Abney

And then, here is one I wrote this
year and I even decided to write it 
about myself - so, that's kind of new: 

My studio is bursting with every color of the rainbow.
It usually feels like summer here.
That’s because I live in the Arizona desert.
I love the sudden showers during monsoon season, although they can be destructive.
I’m most comfortable in pants with an elastic waistband.
I’m content if I can get my feet up once a day while in my recliner.
That’s a perfect excuse to watch TV, especially if it is a K-Drama or Hallmark movie.
If I can eat salmon and broccoli, I am a happy camper.

                                                                   © 2020 Stephanie Abney

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Photo courtesy of Stephanie Abney



Vicki said...

Day 8-Octopoem

The moon last night was what is called, a Pink Supermoon,
Which only happens in the Spring
Right now the moon is at it’s closest elliptical of the Earth
It was so beautiful and clear out
The chill in the air, required a jacket
I should have taken a chair outside to witness this event
I could hear the television show, FBI playing inside the house
Maybe I should get Moon Pies to celebrate this amazing sighting of the rare Pink Supermoon!


Our Dating Year
Your hair first caught my eye, the color of copper, burnished by the sun.
We met in the winter, in a place new to me.
That first Winter was strange to me, raw and windy, the California hillsides, brown and sere.
Your velour, rust-colored shirt, looked soft and comfortable.
When schedules allowed, we could have a meal together, sitting at the tables in the chow hall.
There was no time for TV in our younger days, but we were both Star Trek fans.
Burgers were often eaten in our car, after picking it up at the base fast food place.

Heidi L. Murphy said...

Here's my bit today: