i don't know how i managed to get myself sucked back into writing sevenlings. my first attempts left me so uncertain...did they really fit the rules? i blame the whole 'power of three'. that is was i have affectionately deemed the rule for the to two tercets...
"the first three lines should contain an element of three. It could be three connected or contrasting statements, a list of three details or names, or something else along these lines. The three things can take up all three lines or be contained anywhere within the stanza." (Poetic Asides, 2009)i can live with the whole list of three details or names, that is pretty straight forward, but 'three connected or contrasting statements...or something along these lines'. really? i mean why would someone write three lines that weren't connected. as for the whole contrasting statement part...if two or more things are contrasting, then there has to be a connection between them right? and what about the 'or something along those lines'? At least the list of details or names is an obvious thing that can be pick out of the tercets, but then, there is the whole part where they can appear anywhere in the stanza. if they can be anywhere and not a list of things but statements, how are you suppose to identify the three things? it seems to me the whole rule thing is about the seven lines in two tercets and a single line that has a mysterious, offbeat, and/or disturbing feel.
in short the whole 'power of three' feels to ambiguous, but maybe i'm missing something. so befuddled with it all, that i refused to name my first two attempts appropriately. the first definitely fit the whole offbeat feel. i suppose if i had to classify the 'power of three' it would be as connected statements. my second attempt was...i'm not really sure...you could check it out for yourself and decide. as for the 'power of three' well, the first tercet was connected with body parts (her back, her eyes, and trembling lips). the second tercet was connected by feelings (fear, calm, and love).
anyway, i decided to give it one final go. my last for awhile...
Sevenling (Your laugh sounds like)
Your laugh sounds like nails
scratching on a chalkboard, tires
screeching, and jackhammers on a busy street.
I grew up on country music and reading
Stephen King. Have you ever heard of
Carrie, Misery, or how about Firestarter?
You have way more to worry about than your car being keyed.