Ovillejo (form)

Transformation — An Ovillejo Poem

Robert Lee Brewer is an editor for Writer’s Digest, and hosts their poetry blog Poetic Asides. He provides weekly prompts, facilitates two Poem-A-Day (PAD) challenges each year (in April, for National Poetry Writing Month; and November, for a chapbook challenge that coincides with National Novel Writing Month), and throughout the year he introduces new poetry forms and often hosts a challenge for those new forms. The April and November PAD challenges, and the form challenges, result in a winner (or winners) being chosen.

In June this year, we were introduced to the Ovillejo form, and the subsequent challenge. Robert’s explanation of the form is here: OVILLEJO.

Today, August 1, Robert posted his selections for the top 10 Ovillejo poems. And for the second time in three months, my name was on the list! (See the list of winners here.) I had submitted five Ovillejo poems, and here is the one that placed in the top 10:

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TRANSFORMATION

We’re in desperate need of more grace
in this place.

Have we been reduced to primates,
filled with hate?

Guidance can come from God, above;
He is love.

In the end, when push comes to shove,
we’re family to each other:
sister, brother, father, mother.
In this place filled with hate, He is love.

The Land of Family Wonders

CheshireCat

THE LAND OF FAMILY WONDERS

‘Til antsy Annie finally
sits quietly

the portrait will just be a blur
with her.

Cheerless Charlie can’t match his twin’s
Chesire grin?

‘Bout to lose heart, Queen Mum’s done in!
Yet, wondering what’s the matter,
their Grandmother Alice Hatter
sits quietly with her Chesire grin.

2016-06-13
P. Wanken

Shared at Poetic Bloomings – Prompt 186: Changing Paths

and for Poetic Asides Form Challenge: Ovillejo

Transformation

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TRANSFORMATION

We’re in desperate need of more grace
in this place.

Have we been reduced to primates,
filled with hate?

Guidance can come from God, above;
He is love.

In the end, when push comes to shove,
we’re family to each other:
sister, brother, father, mother.
In this place filled with hate, He is love.

2016-06-08
P. Wanken

Shared at Poetic Asides for the Ovillejo form.