a twenty-seven: a syllabic count poem invented by a friend in Chicago (see the website below): 5 syllables,4,5,4,4,5 per line...so 6 lines
27s
kinda fun...here's one I wrote:
In the heart of my
dandelion
a century of
butterflies curl.
My pants ripping,
the wings unfold there.
3 comments:
That is so cool! He made up the form? Wow. I love your poem, especially the century of butterflies. I'll have to check out his site now. Thanks for turning us on, Holly.
charming poem, adore you use of
language, gives this poem a light-hearted feel.
omg another form--i like this poem though
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