Whittled Words – Biolet Poem
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:
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BIOLET POEM
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I learned of the biolet from another poet’s blog, Paul’s Poetry Playground, and offer the definition, history, and his helpful advice in his own wonderfully written words:
“The biolet was invented by the Brazilian poet Filinto de Almeida and first appeared in print in his book Lyrica in 1887. It is a six line poem, and like the triolet, the first two lines are repeated as the last two lines, however in reverse. The rhyme scheme of the biolet thus can be expressed as ABbaBA (with the capital letters representing the repeated lines). The length of the lines, in my opinion, can vary, and be either metered or unmetered. Most of Almeida’s original biolets in Portuguese (I have only found a handful written in English on the internet) were in iambic tetrameter (8 syllables), but I, myself, have also been playing with iambic pentameter (10 syllables), iambic hexameter (12 syllables), and unmetered lines of random lengths as well.”
“I feel the key to writing a biolet is coming up with the first two lines, and then reading them in reverse. If they still make sense in the reverse order, creating the two remaining two lines of the poem should be a snap. If they don’t, try altering them until they do, or start fresh with two brand new lines. Writing biolets can be very fun, and quite easy to do. The subject matter can be almost anything, and the tone can be either humorous or serious. I hope my following examples might inspire you to write some biolets of your own:”
I have included many examples of Paul’s poetry, and you can see many more poems and styles on his blog.
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Examples of Biolet Poems:
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Final Warning
By Paul Szlosek
On an old gravestone, carved in slate,
I read this menacing epitaph
warning of our Creator’s endless wrath
and all humanity ‘s eventual fate.
I read this menacing epitaph
on an old gravestone, carved in slate.
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A Biolet for Those Who Cannot Sing
By Paul Szlosek
In his unrequited ardor for Fay Wray,
I always empathized with old King Kong.
Since he could not express his love in song,
he had to show his passion in another way.
I always empathized with old King Kong
In his unrequited ardor for Fay Wray.
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Biolet for the End of Day
By Paul Szlosek
Each night, when darkness descends like a curtain,
I light a single candle and start to pray.
Yes, tomorrow will be another day,
but of only that I can be certain.
I light a single candle and start to pray
each night, when darkness descends like a curtain.
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A Frozen Memory
By Paul Szlosek
On a chilly afternoon in late November,
I stood at a kitchen window and watched it snow,
And although that was over fifty years ago,
For some unknown reason I can still remember
I stood at a kitchen window and watched it snow
On a chilly afternoon in late November.
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A Long Goodnight
By Brad Osborne
We stop to kiss the moon a long goodnight
As dawn is haste and we must say goodbye
The stars that twinkle in your loving eyes
Your warm embrace that holds my heart tight
As dawn is haste and we must say goodbye
We stop to kiss the moon a long goodnight
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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 Biolet poem. Thanks for reading!
commonsensiblyspeaking 
Very pretty
Thank you, Beth!
Brilliant my friend!
Thanks Francisco!
My pleasure my friend!
Beautiful, as always!
Thank you, dear Kristian!