“The Diatelle is a fun, syllable counting form like the etheree with a twist. The syllable structure of the diatelle is as follows: 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1, but unlike an etheree, has a set rhyme pattern of abbcbccaccbcbba. This poetry form may be written on any subject matter and looks best center aligned in a diamond shape.”https://merrildsmith.wordpress.com/2020/07/10/flickering/
Merril shared a poem she created using the Diatelle form:
Light comes, goes, so it flows to earth and sea, flaming grassy meadows, with photons streaming, gilds a tree. Though shadows loom below, we let them be; pretend we do not see the coming of the night, but live, walk, talk—and love, the apogee of our beings—humanity with stardust traces glows but faintly—see? The flickers dim. . .grow bright. ©2020 Merril D. Smith
She also showed how she diagrams her poetry to get the correct rhyme scheme placement. Refer to my post HERE about rhyme schemes.
Merril says, “Maybe everyone does this, but if not, maybe it’s helpful to see. I made myself a template to keep track of syllables/lines and rhymes. I do this for many forms.”
a1 Light b2 comes, goes b3 so it flows c4 to earth and sea b6 flaming grassy meadows– c8 with photons streaming, gild a tree c10 though shadows loom below, we let them be, a12 pretend we do not see the coming of the night c10 but live, walk, talk–and love, the apogee c8 of our beings–humanity b6 with stardust traces glows c4 but faintly—see? b3 The flickers b2 dim, grow a1 bright.
I know some of you need an additional challenge. This is an optional form. Try it and see if it flows for you.
Kerfe Roig found another optional form that I think will be fun to create… and, the name is close enough to her own name!
Poets Collective shares that the Kerf is a verse form in tercets and is attributed to Marie Adams.
It comprises 12 lines with 4 tercets. It’s syllabic, 6-7-10 per line, and has a rhyme scheme of abc, abc, dec, dec per stanza.
Here is Kerfe’s example:
"Composted" always digging deeper– roots that grow below, restore– listening through decay beyond stillness, a place that is neither dark nor light, yet full, aware, gathered germinating into witness, distilled light casting words that linger as counterpart– revealing mysteries in all that is held on the wings of birds, circulated through the heart, absorbed into the spiraling axis © 2021 Kerfe Roig