Every now and then, when collaborating with another Poet, you not only create a great Poem, but you actually create something more.
In collaborating on this poem, my friend Steve pointed out that we might have actually stumbled onto a new Poetry style.
After almost a week of back and forth we finally were both happy, not only with the poem, but with, what we are proud to present, a new Poetry style.
METATROPIC
(metatropi : the Greek work for 'conversion')
The Metatropic is a simple style that begins as a 3 stanza (4 line) poem and then converts into a 4 stanza (3 line) poem.
The original poems 3 stanzas have 4 lines that do not rhyme within the stanza, but rhyme with the corresponding lines in the other two stanzas, to form the poem.
The conversion part of the poem is when you take the corresponding rhyming lines from each stanza and create a new poem with 4 stanzas, that have 3 lines each, that all rhyme.
Both poems tells the same story, but in a different way.
The best way to show this poem is by example.
Below is the very first Metatropic poem by myself and Steve (NehpetsEnal).
It is called 'the Fox'.
I hope you enjoy.
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the Fox
(the original)
The old fox has opened Pandora's box
An err in judgement has let the Spector out
It's searching for, her, an ancient soul mate
God only knows what will unfold if the two unite
He was far too nosey, that old fox
He quickly buckled under the Spector's clout
He has no idea, the eerie fate
If the Spector finds, Princess Light
The old fox's head was spinning, he'd taken too many knocks
The Spector has sealed his fate, there is no doubt
There's no escape from past memory, this love he must consummate
But the Princess Light was a fickle one, she soon put him to flight
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the Fox
(the Metatropic)
The old fox has opened Pandora's box
He was far too nosey, that old fox
The old fox's head was spinning, he'd taken too many knocks
An err in judgement has let the Spector out
He quickly buckled under the Spector's clout
The Spector has sealed his fate, there is no doubt
It's searching for, her, an ancient soul mate
He has no idea, the eerie fate
There's no escape from past memory, this love he must consummate
God only knows what will unfold if the two unite
If the Spector finds, Princess Light
But the Princess Light was a fickle one, she soon put him to flight
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