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When Abraham
was called to go
the Great I Am
still didn’t show
him where the place
that would be his
would be located—
where it is—
so in between
he lived in tents.
Though he’d not seen
where he was sent,
the course he stayed;
by faith… obeyed.

© MLee Dickens’son 15 April 2007

Super...

and here's an example in DIMETER (two feet; four syllables):


Sittin' SillyBull

No syllable
in 'is outpost
is billable
by any host.

'is copyright
is fer 'is pomes
so's not to slight
the writin' gnomes.

'e's got big feet
but they c’n dance
an' from 'is seat
'e'll often prance.

Sometimes 'is strum
don’t match th' drum.

© MLee Dickens'son 18 April 2006

The ONLY stupid question is one that goes UNASKED, as my father used to tell me.

Again, do not confuse FEET and SYLLABLES.  Metrical designations like monometer, dimeter, trimeter, tetrameter, pentameter etc. mean one, two, three, four, five, etc. FEET... thus two, four, six, eight, ten, etc. SYLLABLES.

Iambic monometer is da DUM
Trochaic monometer is DUM da

Iambic dimeter is da DUM da DUM
Trochaic dimeter is DUM da DUM da

etc.

So a sonnet in what I've called 'bref' could be

da DUM da DUM da DUM rhyme₁
da DUM da DUM da RHYME₂

or

da DUM da DUM da DUM
da DUM da DUM

or

da DUM
da DUM

or

DUM da
DUM da

or 

ANYTHING with a recognizable rhyme scheme with 7 syllables or less.

How's that?

confusin' ya sLightly ?, Daniel  8)

Good question, Tim...

By abbreviated, I mean not only less than that standard iambic pentameter but also any recognizable pattern LESS than iambic tetrameter...

but tetrameter is not four BEATS, but rather four FEET... thus EIGHT BEATS... 

so, anything seven beats per line or less in a recognizable rhyme pattern could qualify for a sonnet bref.

Does that make sense to you?

sLightly late, Daniel  8)

Sonnet Bref

Laying no claim to having originated the term, 

I have nonetheless personally designated 'sonnet bref' as: 


Here are a few examples:


Bref Invite
 
I needs a fresh perspective   
ta see as others see…  
my eyes is so defective,  
cain't read the dang marquee  
  
Yer tank is readin' empty?   
Hey, I'll supply the gas.   
Let's hop in yer ol' banshee   
an' cruise a writin' class  
  
Along the way, c'n canvass   
ol' ladies with our pomes…  
then stop at night an' have us   
a feast 'n' rest our domes  
  
So let's us get together  
real soon… ain't nothin' better  
 
© MLee Dickens'son 30 March 2006

dysSpenser’d shells

ta write in short
be's more th'n fun
c'n be a sport
fer ever’one

quick on th' gun
ta shoot 'em back
at yarn's they's spun
but ne'er attack

jump from yer sack
an put 'em down
in white 'n' black
jes' go ta town

ye’re in the swing
reload the thing

© MLee Dickens'son 04 April 2006

mine

minimal is 
mere brevity— 
mine likely has 
mixt comedy 
 
i call it bref 
in case you care—  
it oft'll shave 
its old veneer 
 
never you mind
nit-pickin' me—
ne'er id defends
nothin' i'd say
 
'e go's somewhars—
exhalin' airs

MLee Dickens'son 01 April 2005

Bref Dickens'sonian
 
i really don't have time 
to play around, but hey… 
you know I like to rhyme; 
i’ll do it any way… 
 
don't ask me to obey 
some silly rule today… 
 
you think i'm oppositional? 
i'm merely self-antiphonal; 
my words go bidirectional 
awing in bref or minimal. 
Don’t tell me that it’s criminal; 
it's something aboriginal… 
perhaps a bit subliminal… 
i’m sure it's adaptational.

© MLee Dickens'son 29 March 2006

Anonymity

Half measures didn't
change a thing;
the stuff half-hidden
spurred a fling.

It's baffling, cunning
how it keeps
right on a-runnin'
when I sleep.

I'd thought that
anonymity
was secrets… then
I came to see

I’d best not keep
the truth from me.

© MLee Dickens'son 05 April 2006