Abecedarian Poetry at Ann Carr's Invitation
The word, abecedarian is a funny word that I never knew existed until I read John Hansen's Poems in response to a challenge offered by Ann Carr for others of us to attempt the fun ourselves to create.
The word is pronounced ABC-darian. Of course, that is not phonetic. Ann explained that,
If you say it aloud it’s obvious that it is connected to the English alphabet. It refers to a person who is learning the alphabet or the rudiments of a subject, or to something which is alphabetically arranged.
It, however, matches the popular definition of the word, having to do with the alphabet or a learner of the rudimentary. In this instance, this word defines my attempt at this style of poetry, the rudiments of learning abecedarian poetics.
Poetry is an outward expression of an inward fascination in a structured medium or a free-flowing potpourri of words. This artistic expression is not one to which I often yield, leaving it to those with souls to do so. This challenge by Ann intrigues me so I must attempt. Below are four attempts: two with the alphabet and two with a singular letter.
ABC's of Affection
Affection bending concertedly, darling fiancees gasp heavenly in joyful kisses, love. Moored needling overtly paraded--riveting savor tossed upon visions wonderfully. Xenial yielding zen.
Ambivalent bobbies, cops, dart eagerly forward, guns heavy intently journeying knights, lawmen.
Monitoring night, oh police quietly racing security to undercut violence working X year zephyr.
Aesthetic artwork adorns apricot archways all along ancient alleyways. Affable agents as angels above alertly attending ambulate attendees admiring archway art.
Ancient acrylic assume airbrushed azure arched atop all archways. An arcade about allurement. Alluring artistry atop antiquated aisles.
Purple puffs pale periodically puffing puissantly, panting pleasantness. Perfectly poised posy peripheral plumes popping precipitously pretty poses.
Plants proving purple please people. Purple plants posing patiently--perused praised puffs.
When the movie ended, Joe asked if she would join him for a bite to eat
She answered " yes " and thought " Oh what an unexpected treat "— Ruby Jean Richert
Pinning for a Connection Poems
- She Sat Alone in a Crowded Room Full of Laughter
Mary was lonely and felt sorry for herself. She couldn't understand why her relationships never seemed to click.
© 2019 Rodric Anthony Johnson