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The Bref Double
The bref double is a French form. It is similar to the sonnet, but it need not be written in iambic pentameter (it can be in tetrameter, hexameter, or any other meter you prefer). The rhyme scheme is also different from a sonnet. The bref double contains three quatrains (four-line stanzas) followed by a final couplet.
a/x/b/c
x/a/x/c
a/x/a/b
a/b
The x standing for a line that doesn’t rhyme with any of the other lines.
An example:
Road Closed...
With crystal rain, the sky is filled
with diamond flakes that swirl and dance
to tunes that they alone may know,
unheeded by the ears of man.
The northern winds play havoc with
mere mortal plans, as drifts now build
their buttresses of pristine white
as if to mark some hidden plan.
This land is decorated, chilled,
and sealed for all to gaze with joy;
see all the children laugh, so thrilled
to witness Mother Nature’s show!
Though my intent lies thwarted, killed,
my smile grows broad at so much snow!
Copyright soulsease 2003
Sources: www.geocities.com/soulsease1/f… and elfwood.lysator.liu.se/farp/th…
The bref double is a French form. It is similar to the sonnet, but it need not be written in iambic pentameter (it can be in tetrameter, hexameter, or any other meter you prefer). The rhyme scheme is also different from a sonnet. The bref double contains three quatrains (four-line stanzas) followed by a final couplet.
a/x/b/c
x/a/x/c
a/x/a/b
a/b
The x standing for a line that doesn’t rhyme with any of the other lines.
An example:
Road Closed...
With crystal rain, the sky is filled
with diamond flakes that swirl and dance
to tunes that they alone may know,
unheeded by the ears of man.
The northern winds play havoc with
mere mortal plans, as drifts now build
their buttresses of pristine white
as if to mark some hidden plan.
This land is decorated, chilled,
and sealed for all to gaze with joy;
see all the children laugh, so thrilled
to witness Mother Nature’s show!
Though my intent lies thwarted, killed,
my smile grows broad at so much snow!
Copyright soulsease 2003
Sources: www.geocities.com/soulsease1/f… and elfwood.lysator.liu.se/farp/th…
infinity plus one
regression to etceteras,
the humming of the dead
the clutched hands
of our only other heart exploded
like I like,
the room or house where we are
(that's where I thought that).
incapable of love
or saying hello to who said hello
to who, to the ends of the earth.
at the end of all things.
to fuck a ghost.
a tangled messy ghost of hands
alive to touch what I said, I said,
too numb to touch nothing else.
it was the end of times,
it was the only times.
it laid down on the floor/
was nailed to a cross
through felt contact with its objects
with its unkillable otherworldly friend
who chose with no choice
an
The Four
I was watching the news. Things had been going badly all over the world, and showed no signs of slowing down. When he thought about it, all the problems started after those scrolls went missing. Yes that's right. Last year a French digging team his father was on dug up a set of seven scrolls in Israel.
Father video-chatted him weekly to keep Mark updated, and after the first week he said that one of the scrolls was stolen. A few days later reports of a rampaging disease came from all over the world, killing millions over that time. Nothing slowed it down.
The next week Father seemed incredibly distraught over yet another scroll gone missing
Blackness
Letchen moved slowly but steadily through the dense jungle. In his right hand spun a blade, broad, flat and wickedly sharp, tethered by a length of cable. Even though the modified nunchaku cleared a wide path through which to walk, the more violent foliage still tore at him, leaving welts and open wounds on exposed flesh. In his other hand Letchen held a blunt nose automatic, always at the ready.
He'd inherited the blade from a mentor, a three year native who'd shown him how to track game meat for the outpost. They hunted together for months before becoming separated during one perilous expedition. Letchen had found the blade, discarded in a
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wild
There is no map
for you.
The only compass I have
is sewn to my back,
and it only points away.
You are a wilderness
that could kill me.
But I have explored more
dangerous places than you,
and survived.
The constellations you bear
are foreign to me,
but know somewhere
we share the same sky.
I'll meet you there.
Digital Sea
Signals tie us all
Yet some are solitary
Floating lost at sea
Lemonade
Morning lemonade
Left caramelized sunshine
Melting on my lips.
The bref double poem, compiled by 
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What makes a Bref Double not a sonnet?