Whittled Words – Interlocking Rubaiyat
Welcome to the weekly series, Whittled Words. A series highlighting the innumerable types and styles of poetry to challenge any creative wordsmith. This week’s selection:
INTERLOCKING RUBAIYAT POEM
This is a really long name for a poetic form and is sometimes referred to as rubai. And strange as it seems, this form has been hiding under my nose for years without me even realizing it. Of course, I’m speaking of Interlocking Rubaiyat.
I’ve long been familiar with the 12th-century Persian work, ‘The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam’, but I did not recognize it as a form. And without piecing it together, one of my all-time favorite poems, ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,’ by Robert Frost, executes interlocking rubaiyat to perfection.
Just goes to show that no matter how much we think we know, there’s still so much more to learn.
Here are the rules of the interlocking rubaiyat:
- The poem is comprised of quatrains following an aaba rhyme pattern.
- Each successive quatrain picks up the previous unrhymed line as the rhyme for that stanza. So, a three-stanza rubaiyat might rhyme like this: aaba/bbcb/ccdc. Sometimes the final stanza, as in Frost’s example above, rhymes all four lines.
- Lines are usually tetrameter and pentameter.
Examples of Interlocking Rubaiyat Poems:
SUNSHINE & WATER, AND LOVE
by Keight
I have the moment tucked away:
Your smile was like a sunny day.
Your eyes were kind, your voice was deep;
I hoped it’d always stay the same.
When we were wed, we both did weep
With promises to have and keep.
The water flowed from both our eyes;
We waded through our dreams knee-deep.
Our love is still like ocean’s skies,
Open and vast without a guise.
We beat, we two, within one heart,
And pains no more the day’s goodbyes.
RINGING
by Robert Lee Brewer
Forget the day he plummeted to earth
in a mess of wings and excessive girth
because he once knew the secret of flight
and may someday experience rebirth
like a phoenix transfixed by its own light
with fire that burns against the frozen night
he’ll turn to ash like all worldly things do
and be renewed through a pure divine rite.
SET SAIL
By Brad Osborne
There are no words that I can possibly say
No plea or prayer that will command you stay
First row seats for anticipated show
But in the first act the lead walks away
Try as I may I cannot make you go
You will not pull me to or push me fro
Your indecision slowly killing me
And feelings find no roots from which to grow
I never thought that I would ever be
Like harbored ship on a beckoning sea
Anchors aweigh and cast the moorings free
I must sail once more to find destiny
I hope you have enjoyed this entry to the series, Whittled Words. I look forward to your comments, and if you dare, maybe share your own Interlocking Rubaiyat poem. Thanks for reading!
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I like your poem for the meaning I got from the words, no matter the form.
Thank you! I will admit I had to reread the poem, as I wrote the post awhile ago. I am glad it evoke something.
like you, I’ve never heard of this term, but I am certainly familiar with Frost’s poem (it’s one of my favorites). And I’m always impressed that you are able to create your own poem that is an example of the genre you are talking about that week. well done, Brad!
Thanks Jim! I do enjoy the challenge! Thanks for your support.
Keep up the good work!
This is my take on the interlocking Rubaiyat.
I would love to know your views.
Thank you.
‘This April Isn’t Same Anymore… ‘
This April isn’t same my dear; one dire dream
Some lost emotions, desires ashen, ne’er gleam
Hope; over and gone, solace turned in monochrome
Life’s song, macabre; broken hearts scream
Longing for the halcyon, every dark night, I roam
Vale of memories, scenic; past echoing shalom
Stargazing, blooming lovers, stellar romance
Words swirled, unbridled, poetry found its home
Serendipity, a season, two hearts, one glance
Moonlight, two souls; moonwalk, moon dance
Blooming emotions limned heavenly stories
Destiny smirked; cupid’s arrow met a mischance
Idyllic moments, nothing but blue memories
Heart and mind; purely two golden treasuries
Shadows out and loud, I hear whispers galore
Mind maunders into the maze of reveries
Promises once, now embers; breathe no more
Swollen eyes await calm days and nights of yore
Rhythmic rain, touches my heart to the core
Spring but alas! this April isn’t same anymore.
A wonderful creation perfect to the form. Well written and beautifully imaged. I am impressed and encourage you to continue to find your words!