The sevenling was created by Roddy Lumsden.

This 7-line poem is split into three stanzas.

The first three lines should contain an element of three. It could be three connected or contrasting statements, a list of three details or names, or something else along these lines. The three things can take up all three lines or be contained anywhere within the stanza.

The second three lines should also contain an element of three. The two stanzas do not need to relate to each other directly.

The final line/stanza should present a narrative summary, punchline, or unusual juxtaposition.

Titles are not required. If titles are used, they should be titled Sevenling followed by the first few words in parentheses.

The tone can be mysterious, offbeat or disturbing.

However, with the turbulent weather conditions and the accompanying destruction we’ve been experiencing in the States, I’m asking you to write on the theme of Hope in your sevenling.



Our hearts go out to the victims of destruction
knowing reconstruction will be long and hard.
Our hearts are heavy for the losses they encounter.

We can offer our thoughts and prayers
We can give financial assistance.
but no amount of resistance will let us

ever forget, we are all in God’s hands

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017



25 thoughts on “FORM FRIDAY – SEVENLING

  1. flashpoetguy


    Abraham took his pen and signed emancipation.
    Martin chose to demonstrate in peaceful marches.
    John was a man of promise, shot down too early.

    Just when we need Him, folks desert Him.
    The world’s allure blinds the prideful.
    Satan basks in his sinful social skills.

    Our only hope is hope itself.



  2. connielpeters

    Sevenling The Right Side

    The right side is frozen.
    He sounds like he’s drunk.
    He has no strength.

    An ambulance ride.
    PT, OT, and ST
    Wheelchair, walker, gait belt

    Walking, talking, writing better each day.


  3. Home Prayers

    In arid lands, the trivial and mundane fade
    while we linger on trust in heaven’s wings
    though a dream feels more real.

    This new history writes itself without our ink.
    Faith, hope, and love surge within the winds,
    rains, and floods while home awaits our footsteps.

    A thousand prayers are whispered every second.


  4. Sevenling (Hope is the other side)

    Hope is the other side of despair,
    hope is the helpless cousin to prayer,
    hope is what’s left when nothing else is there.

    I want to turn it into intention,
    I want to transform it into action,
    or better, use it in advance as prevention.

    But sometimes there is only rage and blame.

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  5. Up there on the north side
    of the house where moss clings
    emerald thick on the roof tiles,

    and where the grey lead gutters
    broaden into thirsty throats for rain
    and sag from the pressing years,

    I found a solitary daisy growing.


    Note: written on the road from Aarhus from Copenhagen

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  6. Poems of Garden Gnomes
    Sevenling sounds rather gnomish – don’t you think?
    Here is my late night attempt

    Sevenling – (my head is nodding)

    my head is nodding as I sit in this chair
    my eyes are drooping, my eyelids flutter
    my vision’s blurry and it’s getting hard to think

    my bed is soft and dented in all the right places
    covers are turned down since I didn’t make it this morning
    the pillow is firm but not too firm

    all my hopes for tomorrow
    are only a dream away

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  7. What goes in a writer’s toolbox?
    Eyes that see past the veil, ears that hear what is left unspoken, a heart that wonders
    Her own body the one irreplaceable tool

    What comes from a writer’s pen?
    Hidden paths made plain, silent words written for all to read, leaking lifeblood
    The ultimate in reality entertainment

    If only to exchange singular pain for universal hope

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  8. Sevenling, Homes are swept away

    Homes are swept away like children’s toys,
    useless brooms broken in the wind.
    Hardship of cleanup and loss

    faces community, everyone touched
    by a common fierce enemy. Neighbors help neighbors.
    In shelters, all children connect.

    Disasters do not discriminate; eyes hold hope.

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