Whittled Words – Seguidilla Poem
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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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SEGUIDILLA POEM
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I am a big fan of French forms, but there is something special about the Spanish forms I find from time to time. That includes this week’s form the seguidilla.
Seguidilla is one of those poetic forms that started off as a song before eventually settling on an established poetic form. Specifically, seguidilla began as a dance song.
So here are the basic rules:
- 7-line poem
- Syllable count for each line is 7-5-7-5-5-7-5
- Rhyme scheme is xAxABxB
- One assonance rhyme between lines 2 and 4; another one between lines 5 and 7
- Composed with a volta or change of thought between lines 4 and 5–usually an end stop
And for those interested to know the definition of assonance, here it is:
Assonance is a literary device in which the repetition of similar vowel sounds takes place in two or more words in proximity to each other within a line of poetry. Assonance most often refers to the repetition of internal vowel sounds in words that do not end the same. For example, “he fell asleep under the cherry tree” is a phrase that features assonance with the repetition of the long “e” vowel, although the words containing this vowel do not end in perfect rhymes. This allows writers the means of emphasizing important words in a phrase or line, as well as creating a sense of rhythm, enhancing mood, and offering a lyrical effect of words and sounds.
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Examples of Seguidilla Poems:
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THE DARKNESS
By Robert Lee Brewer
When the clouds capture the moon
never to release,
I wander without purpose
solitary streets.
Each song sung in Spain
reminds me why darkness
surrounds me again.
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UNTITLED
By Paul Hansford
So quiet now, the ripples
lapping on the shore
scarcely disturb the silence
– a whisper, no more.
But who knows the power
the growing breakers may have
in another hour?
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AUTUMN FALL
By Russel Sivey
Fields lay expressive, alone
Where the leaves inward
Express their timely demise
Color lies outward
Open the breeze
Brings down the colors of fall
All kindly agrees
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THE SPICE MARKET
By Brad Osborne
A cacophony of scents
Weaving evening air,
As patrons do their shopping,
Vendors ply their wares.
Because every life,
Just like every rustic meal,
Needs a little spice.
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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 Seguidilla poem. Thanks for reading!
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ah, the spice!
Okay, who got Flamin’ Hot Cheetos dust all over the keyboard?
I’ll never tell –
I never really ‘care’ about the form of poetry, but I really got a great visual from your words. It made me visualize some of the markets in other countries (based on what I’ve seen in movies) and I found myself wanting to be there, strolling alone, learning about the various spices and what they are used for.
Ah, the beautiful visuals and smells of an open spice market. Glad it brought that image to mind. Love you, sis!
I never knew that 🙂
Wow! This was great Brad! Loved it and love the seguidilla (which in Spanish means something that is repetitive to the nth degree!
Thank you for sharing that word origin, my friend! I am glad you enjoyed my attempt at the form.
You’re very welcome my friend!
I’d love to walk through a spice market like that – you did a great job capturing the sights and smells…
Thank you, Jim! Put that on your list for the next time you visit Asia.
I’ll be on the lookout for one!
Yes to spice! Great preservatives.
You have never been one to avoid the spicy things in life. Thanks, Geoff!
The joy of smelling—one of the most underappreciated senses.
We notice really good scents and really bad smells, but rarely find all the nuances in between. Thank you, Pete!