By the sea, underneath the yellow and sagging moon,
Against the silvery clouds, star scattered sky,
She stands on the sand, shells around her strewn,
Eyes and hopes on the distant horizon.
She waits in the morning and in high noon
When the tides are high and when they are low.
She waits for him in hope, singing a happy tune,
And as the days pass by, she waits with a tear in her eye.
He never comes, still she waits, beneath the sky and the moon.
The prompt is from Walt Whitman's poem and was given by the site -writeordietribe.com.
The poetic form is Magic 9.
"The magic 9 is a newer form and relatively unknown. In fact, I couldn't find a creator of the form, though it appears to have been inspired by a poet misspelling the word abracadabra.'
This 9-line poem doesn't have any rules as far as meter or subject matter–just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba.
That's right! Just remove the r's from "abracadabra," and boom! A new poetic form. "
- Robert Lee Brewer in the Writer's Digest.
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Ambedo
PoetryA collection of poems for The National Poetry Month 2020. All in different forms. Each a learning experience. 🏆 First place in Azurite Awards (Moonstone - Poetry)