I’m finally returning to NaPoWriMo’s prompts, borrowing from Day 19’s suggestion to write a landay, a form with which I’ve never experimented, though this counts as poem number 18.
The other side of exotic told
the seasons of peace, and beauty was found in the cold.
At work, I spend more than my fair share of time in the freezer, but somehow the cold is always comforting, and these last two winters in Buffalo have given me a new appreciation for winter.
I like the landay’s syllabic breakdown, and the form’s brevity. As I continue to explore different poetic forms, I think the shorter, stricter ones offer better opportunities to pack the most poignant punches with fewer words — lunes, haiku, tanka, etc. In brief, most forms of Eastern-inspired poetry, it would seem…