Treasure Island

Suzette Richards

(Cape Town, SOUTH AFRICA)

Cape Town Weather Forecast


Lighting jagged, infernal fierce
The darkness pierce
Streaking the sky
Charged currents fly

The rain drops, round and sweet, plump down
On a parched town
Rivulets run
Children have fun

The sun peaks out from behind cloud
Joy! Shouts aloud
Welcome warmth soak
A comfort cloak

Submitted: Tuesday, October 09, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, October 09, 2012
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I came across this poetry form by accident and I am rather pleased with the poetry form, 'Minute', as a simple, yet effective vehicle for expressing myself.

MINUTE
The Minute poetry form was created by Verna Lee Hindgardner of Arkansas, in the 1960'. It has been described as "an elegant weaving of the Elizabethan sonnet and early-Eastern haiku."

The Minute Poem is a poem that follows the '8,4,4,4' syllable count structure. It usually has 3 stanzas that are exactly the same. So: 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables.

A traditional Minute Poem has 12 lines total. It has 60 syllables. It is written in a strict iambic meter. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff.

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