The Sparrowlet is an invented stanzaic form created by Kathrine Sparrow that she calls a variation of the Swap Quatrain. The defining feature is the inversion of the 2 hemistichs of L1 in L6 of each stanza.
The elements of the Sparrowlet are:
stanzaic, written in any number of sixains. (A stanza of 6 lines).
syllabic, lines of 8 syllables each. (Often written in iambic tetrameter.)
rhymed, rhyme scheme BbabaA.
L1 and L6 of each stanza is written in 2 hemistichs. (Hemistich means a half a line of a verse).
The 2 halves of L1 are inverted and repeated as a refrain in L6. The last line MUST be the EXACT SAME as line 1, just switched around. You cannot change any of the words. (Punctuation may be changed to accommodate the meaning).
This week we are here to talk about those childhood dreams that may or may not have come to fruition.
I don’t really recall what I “wanted to be” when I was little. I think I always thought I would be a teacher. When I was in college I guess I missed the information that was out there because I didn’t think about what I wanted to do…I know that sounds strange…Let me explain, as I figured this out only recently now later in life.
When I was in high school and going into college my mother had cancer. I was the caretaker of my little brother when she couldn’t do it. We talked about going to college but never about careers. When I was in college I just figured I liked “psychiatric stuff” so I majored in Psychology. I can’t remember or understand why it never came up with anyone but I had no idea what I wanted to do and I don’t mean because I was confused. I mean because I never recall ever thinking about it. Anyhow, towards the end of my undergraduate degree I remember thinking I would love to be a psychiatrist. My father had said he would help me financially but at the time I was in the mind set that 1. I didn’t want to be in college forever and 2. I didn’t want to have to dissect a human body, something I thought was definitely a requirement. I wish I had done it. My dream job for so long would have been working with the really insane. Years later as I had kids and all that I went into teaching. I worked for a psychiatric hospital teaching at their clinical day program. That was purely by chance because when I applied for the job I had no idea what kind of school it was. I might sound like my head was always in the clouds but I don’t remember feeling like that. At one point I told my husband that I wanted to try and join the FBI. I wanted to be like Clarice in Silence of the Lambs and work with the insane. He told me we would have to move every 7 years and he wasn’t really willing to do something like that so I never looked into it.
I guess I have regrets. I have three advanced degrees so I am super educated but there are so many other things I would have loved to have known about. Forensics, research, clinical trials, taxes, being an attorney….
Now, I don’t work outside of my home anymore. I “retired” early from teaching, even though I loved it, after I lost my son. I couldn’t think about being around other peoples’ kids when one of mine was gone. I miss it still. Now I take care of my father who has Alzheimers. He is like a toddler. I guess my whole life did revolve around the psychiatric-type stuff but there are so many other things that could have been done.
Respond to this challenge, by either by using the prompt word made, or going with the above picture, or by means of the song ‘Looks Like We Made It’, or by going with another song by Barry Manilow, or anything else that you think fits.
I had never heard this song before but I thought it was pretty good…
It ain’t the money It ain’t the fame It’s a couple hundred folks like me out there Screaming my last name It ain’t the record sales It’s my voice in the whipper wheels 200 years down a long dirt road Where there used to be a moonshine still
American made Professional grade Yeah I’m built Ford tough Ain’t much shit I can’t take I got scars on my skin like my Chevy has dents Getting covered in mud every damn weekend I’m 10 foot tall And American made
Red bone on the porch Shotgun on the floor With the safety turned off And a lock screen door You don’t wanna come Snooping around my place In the middle of nowhere surrounded by Good ole boys in 4 wheel drives That get down and dirty But still sing Amazing Grace
American made Professional grade Yeah I’m built Ford tough Ain’t much shit I can’t take I got scars on my skin like my Chevy has dents Getting covered in mud every damn weekend I’m 10 foot tall And American made I’m 10 foot tall And American made
Flag pole in the front yard flies with pride Of the freedom of the place where I reside And I clean up nice for church Every Sunday And we drop at half mass and bow our heads For the good ones gone ’cause we all bleed red When it’s said and done I’ll be in Heaven Fishing up in the shade
American made Professional grade Yeah I’m built Ford tough Ain’t much shit I can’t take I got scars on my skin like my Chevy has dents Getting covered in mud every damn weekend I’m 10 foot tall And American made I’m 10 foot tall And American made I’m 10 foot tall And American made