Poetry Form: Sparrowlet

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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).

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***Spoiler: I didn’t do this correctly with the first and last lines! It is already “published” so I will have to redo them and repost.

These are the New Ones:

Darkness ascend, sadness in bloom
Joy and happiness fear the doom
A broken heart that cannot mend
Sunny shades of glory may loom
In hugs and kiss from a close friend
Sadness in bloom, darkness ascend

Seeds sprout gold under the light
Spores of pollen soon take flight
Take in water with leaves to hold
No winter weather to fear a bite
Sun keeps away any air cold
Under the light seeds sprout gold

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

This is my attempt at a Sparrowlet. The first one is sort of sad so I will try another that is not so dismal.

When darkness comes, sadness in bloom
Joy and happiness fear the doom
A broken heart that cannot mend
Sunny shades of glory may loom
In hugs and kiss from a close friend
comfort despair until the end

Here is a “sunnier” attempt, inspired by seeds I planted.

Small seeds sprout tall under the light
Tiny spores of pollen take flight
Take in water with leaves to hold
No winter weather fear a bite
Sun keeps away any air cold
Flowers in bloom with colors bold

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Throwback Thursday #26 – Career Dreams

Maggie is the host of Throwback Thursday

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.

Thursday Inspiration #148 Looks Like We Made It

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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…

“American Made”

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