Whittled Words – Stornello 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:





The stornello is an Italian tercet (or 3-line stanza) form with 11 syllables per line and an AAA end rhyme. It is as simple as that!

Note: There is a variant version of the stornello in which the first line of each tercet is shorter than 11 syllables, but it retains the same rhyme scheme while holding 11 syllables in both lines two and three.


Examples of Stornello Poems:





By Robert Lee Brewer



bees elevate the solstice with their bumble
& deer celebrate the day as they stumble
through dew-soaked fields filled with lovers who tumble

into twilit mornings after moonlit nights
wandering through shadows & electric lights
bound to surrender to summer’s sweet delights




By Judi Van Gorder

I picked a wine red rose from off the vine,
the prickly thorns drew blood drops oozing crimson.
My love has left me bare, life without design.

I paint a rose in verse just one more time,
join thousands gone before in penning a hymn
to love’s tart fragrance in crimson velvet rhyme.



By Brad Osborne



We constant strive to learn what life is about

But vision comes from eyes that only look out

To a world around us that is filled with doubt

Close your eyes and let the real learning begin

The veil that blinds our truth is so very thin

All the answers you seek are found from within


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 Stornello poem. Thanks for reading!


10 Responses to “Whittled Words – Stornello Poem”
  1. beth says:

    nice and so true –

  2. Very nice! Your example, as always, was brilliant!

  3. sudrakarma says:

    As always Brad, thanks for the inspiration. Here’s my submission:

    Flying Solo

    Another vacation will come on the ‘morn
    but no plans for roadtrips or getting airborne
    Wherever I go I go solo, forlorn

    But Life is so fleeting, there’s no time to waste
    I just want some freedom, some joy, just a taste
    Though my face has grown long, I’d better make haste

  4. jonicaggiano says:

    This is a beautiful form and I look forward to trying it. As usual, I find yours the best. Love Jonikins 🤗❤️

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