A unique, experimental poetic form, the Roseate Sonnet, invented by Dr. A.V. Koshy and inspired by the symbol of the rose, that also inspired other poets to try it.
The Roseate Sonnet as a form was created by Dr. A.V. Koshy in December 2012. He also wrote the first one. It is a South Indian variation on the Italian or English versions of the same.
“The rules are as follows: the sonnet must have two quatrains first, followed by a couplet and then by a last quatrain that starts the first line with an R, the second with an O, the third with an S and the fourth with an E to form an acrostic that reads ‘ROSE.’ The form has no other constraints like rhyme or metre or blank verse having to be used, unlike its earlier forms or variants. There is no fixed syllabic count for the lines. It was inspired by a profile picture of a rose on a poet-friend Gopali C Ghosh’s Facebook, again revealing its post-modern media-driven antecedents, and parallels such new experiments in form as the ones by Mutiu Olawuyi (9/11 poetry) and Bina Biswas (five liners). It also is a brief nod in the direction of Sonnet Mondal‘s experimental caudate sonnet, in its choice of name.
The Rose was chosen as an inspiration because of its enduring nature as a symbol in literature worldwide. Its presence in the sonnet can be seen as a random conjunction in keeping with post modernism that both gives it order and brings in an element of chaos, whether love, beauty, religiosity, spirituality, divinity, mysticism, sexuality or sensuality is the subject matter of the sonnet itself.”
While the first Roseate sonnet was written by Dr. A.V. Koshy, the second one was created by Sreepriya Balakrishnan. Both of them are from Kerala, in south India, thus strengthening the South Indian link. More have been written and are in the offing from other poets.
Sreepriya’s sonnet is given here as an example as the second one in history on this form. (The first one by Dr Koshy is under review for publication. Koshy’s example has appeared in Facebook and Google plus, but not in an official form yet.)
“Deep may be the causes of revolt
but a rebel is always on the peripheral.
Blessed is he who cares not for what he rebels.
Time holds him up ever in the peripheral.Look at that boy, up early in the morn
wanting to face god in the snowy dawn
trekking up the hill in earnest revenge
to the nearest temple to offer the rage.As he neared the seat of a god, the enemy looked so sparse and stubby.
Finding yet another rage was easier than holding up all the restraints.Racking over little rebellions
Ordering the chaos for the center
Soothing himself into the contours
End is where the rebel has to stay.”
Rhyme used in roseate sonnets is incidental, not a pre-requisite.
The following Roseate Sonnet is by Dr. Ampat Koshy that is an acrostic throughout and rhymes. He tampers in the number of lines in the stanzas of his own form to get what he wants which shows the sonnet is more about overall effect than exact obeying of its norms though the line count and the acrostic remain of paramount importance.
You used to glow with an inner fire
Ornate profile, a painting or statue
Umber skin that drove mad with desireFar from the crowd, for hours you would woo –
Endearingly curious, fearing & hating
Love and its lure, lust and its tunes
Lest, if done, it proved to your undoing…After the nights became bereft of runes
Nasturtium, you blossomed and bloomed
Donned your conquest, a new country ruledRare, such near-perfection, two souls almost meeting
On a voyage that had in opposite directions been heading
Slowly drowning now in a becalmed sea
Entreating each other: Can this, love, ever be?!
This unique and beautiful poetic form, loved by many poets now in the Rejected Stuff poetry and literature group in Facebook, has inspired a considerable number of roseate sonnets, among which some are truly memorable. In fact, more than thirty roseate sonnets have already been written and posted in the group, which is quite noteworthy and gives us an idea how the creative seeds of poetry germinate and blossom into highly fructifying ones.
Among the poems, Sunila Kamal’s and Ananya Chatterjee’s were considered outstanding ones whose sonnets won due to voting in a free and informal contest held in Rejected Stuff.
Read Sunila’s roseate sonnet here below by clicking on its title:
Read Ananya’s roseate sonnet:
As for myself, I have been inspired to create a narrative poem out of this beautiful poetic form. In the poem, I have tried to depict the story of a little girl whom I had seen through the window of a taxi I was traveling in, during a rainy night near the Esplanade area in Kolkata, India. The image haunted me for quite a while and then I gave shape to it.
The Murky Rain
The little girl slices through the deep blue blush, the rain tears the clouds asunder
Beneath the flickering street light, her thin frame bursts in a hungry deluge.
Moored in the murky edges of the city, where the night traffic diminishes,
In the rain waters she unbuckles, finds her refuge.
Strands of her hair misplaced, she had sold framed photos of goddesses
Her bony body swimming through the unending vortex of urban vehicles.
The traffic honked, washed ashore the practiced voices of denial,
A middle-aged woman stopped the car, called her inside in unknown syllables.
Inside the damp walls of the unknown ‘home’, voices, flesh and bones
Crisscross, sex-starved beings haunt and whistle, rippling through hungry moans.
Rummaging through her, ghost voices swim, fall with a dull thud.
Outside, near the filthy gutter, her little teeth gnash the stale breads.
Swirling in the night rain, voices of her washed out childhood, her lost village
Ebb and flow, the rose bud of her being torn up in shreds.
There are other truly memorable poets and writers in the group who experimented with the form delightfully, while at the same time coming up with some unique themes and subjects within the form/structure of the poems.
I would hereby humbly request those poet friends in RS group and anyone else who wants to to post their own roseate sonnets in response to this post (in the ‘comments’ section) and make it a rich, unique learning experience for all of us striving to excel in our endeavour of writing poetry. I, Dr. Koshy and another fellow poet Elizabeth Kuriakose together are excited and looking forward to select the best three sonnet entries in the comments section and gift the poets a copy of the magnum opus literary collection, ‘The Significant Anthology’ as first prize and two BALLADS of BAPU as second and third prize.
Please do remember while you post your comments, that only roseate sonnets are allowed and please do add your name and email in the body of your comments along with the sonnets. We are also trying to come up with an anthology consisting of the best and selected entries. However, it is important to add here that the judges’ decision is final in the selection process and no further correspondence will be entertained on the matter and only poems they choose will go into making the book.
This would be the first time in our poetry section of ‘Learning and Creativity’ that we are trying to elicit such a response from fellow poets and writers within a single post in order to see how a single poetic form can spread its wings and soar in the sky. Let us all be the wind beneath its wings!
The ‘inventor’ of this new form, Dr Koshy A V, is an established author and writer who is a poet, critic, short story writer, editor and artist. He has a doctorate in Samuel Beckett’s Poems in English from the University of Kerala. He has published, co-authored or edited, compile and anthologized many books including a book called A Treatise on Poetry for Beginners (Speak Up Publishing)/ Art of Poetry (Authorspress), and THE SIGNIFICANT ANTHOLOGY with Reena Prasad and Michele Baron and has several published research papers and articles to his credit. He has also published poems in different parts of the world in poetry journals, magazines, e-zines and anthologies.
A poem of his that appeared in the e-zine The Camel Saloon called ‘A Shayari of Sorts’ was nominated for the Pushcart Prize for Poetry in USA for 2012. He has collaborated and is collaborating thrice with Bina Biswas. Dr Koshy also runs with his wife Anna Gabriel an NGO for autism, has three children, and is presently teaching English language and literature as an assistant Professor in Jazan University, KSA. He has an autistic son and administers Rejected Stuff and has instituted an international prize for writing and literature in his name won by Dr Santosh Bakaya and Pramila Khadun so far.
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Lopa~ wonderful article.
Here are two bits from
Mumbai
~ ~ ~ ~
This city of zig zag lights
Of dreams, of life
Of wakeful nights
This city of beautiful strife
This city which makes you soar
Make a you want to fly
Gives you a heady high
Where the mantra is to give it more
This city of deep undercurrents
Of dark depths in shady torrents
Rise with this city
Opportunity knocks on its shores
Surrender to its flow
Effervescent this city ever glows
For Aryan and Eva
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Princess Eva rules my heart
Her smile is bright, she talks a lot
Little Eva dances wild
A bundle of joy this precious child
Aryan too has princely ways
He’s strong and stately our little man
He adores his cars ,is an airplane fan
And no one does leggoes the way he can
Aryan Eva ~ It is but true
Thats its a sheer pleasure to be with you
Relish the moments that I am there
Openning to you my box of love
Splendid kids my bundles of joy
Everlastingly you will rule my heart
~ A ROSEATE SONNET ~
For my Godchildren
To have you both in my arms
And be showered in your innocence
To chatter with you
About toys and turtles
And revel in your art
And draw and dance with you
~ Evenings such as these are a treat~
Lots of love,
Yours,
Pipsi
~ Ipsitaa.
Thanks, Ipsita!
Roseate Sonnet – 1
Roasted Almond Ice-cream
In the hustle bustle
Of the tedious routine
Focused on our lives
Togetherness has lost its sheen
Rushed morning kiss
And tea date with the newspaper
All that is left
Of the passionate love affair
Let fun be rife
Let us relish the life
Roasted almond Ice-cream
Our flavor
Served in a waffle cone
Eternally let us savor
Roseate Sonnet – 2
The Fall
Kings and queens reside
In old palaces full of wealth
Stealing from royalty and commoners alike
With strategy full of stealth
The kingdom is their playground
They play by their own rules
Humility and honesty mean nothing to them
They use people as their own tools
Murdering humanity and compounding grief
Rebellion is born to shake the old beliefs
Rickety foundations fall apart
Ornate pillars collapse
Spiders scurry for life
Enigmatic silence prevails
Roseate Sonnet – 3
Last Night
Early in the morning
Busy with day to day chores
Starting the tea
While you softly snore
I cut the vegetables
Listening to the radio anchor jest
While cleaning the top cupboard
I sense your rough hands on my bare waist
Your scorching touch is enough
To take me back to the night before
Remembering the sultry dark
Overwhelming passion
Sensual escapades and
Earth shattering peak
Roseate sonnet 1
– Mystery of my heart
I woke up to see the evening bright
The sun kissing the earth and moon standing behind
I made some tea and sipped a little,
Enjoying the aroma of blended ginger.
The ginger reminded of him one more time
His favourite,that gave him his rare smile.
Those romantic evenings spent in our garden
A bliss I looked forward to once he came from work.
Can I borrow it again, oh dear life,
The joy of his company vapoured like the tea.
Rekindle the fire inside, my love
Open the door of your heart for me
Savour me in your ginger feeds
Evergreen will I keep you in my heart streams.
-Elvira Lobo
A Roseate Sonnet
Love in the Time of War
Eyes to eyes, their gaze did arrest,
Bird-like glances found their nest;
New love in ceramic cups was brewing,
Pause now, what are you doing?
Now is not your time to love,
A passed decree’s come from above;
Conscripted you are, you will follow the drill,
You’re a heartless machine, trained to kill.
A battle was waged between the heart and head,
Who won, was left unsaid.
Rising to the tunes of a heart song
Only a lovers frequency can register
Silently they marched out of their bodies
Evenings were now lonely and sinister.
18.8.2015
Lopa, its a beautiful write up.
Roseate sonnet 2
The cafe was abuzz with chatters and music
filled aroma of coffee and intimate moments
A piece of red velvet cake savoured a table
and creamy cups of mocha enticed few.
A fragrant breeze came near the counter,
spelling out her treats one by one.
He watched her as her hair pangs fell on her shoulder
while managing to hold the tray of cupcakes together.
He gulped to breathe as she stared at him while her teeth digged into the cake
smearing her lips royally with cream.
Rest your heart for another few minutes
O babe, the cafe will close and I will meet you soon
Stare not that way dear, I promise
Evening this day we will make it more romantic under the moon.
-Elvira Lobo
Roseate sonnet 3
Leaves whispered to the woods
as the night grew on the earth
close to the lamppost
across the street.
The long deserted road
charred with stones
grinded itself
under the wheels
An owl sat in the corner on the rooftop
pensive on an old barricated house.
Remains a mystery as no visitor passes this way
On this day, this vehicle had dared to so
Stepping and opening the gates of that home, He walked inside
Even as the night grew afraid of the gory tale that was in store.
Wonderful article Lopa! My attempt at a Roseate Sonnet:
You fell gloriously from the skies,
And the god was indeed mesmerized,
He stood up to meet your might,
And coiled you in his locks tight.
From thence you flowed to nether regions,
And liberated the slumbering legions,
You ran and made many paths of your own,
And you married again, a king well known.
Your offspring you let drown in the water,
Only later we learn that you’re a liberator.
Reigning goddess with the raging waters,
Oh, many have sought refuge in your altars,
Sacred river, to me you embody female power,
Ever cleansing, everlasting, Himalayan flower!
Beautiful sonnets, Elvira, Bhuvana, Joie, Gauri, Ipsita!! Keep rocking 🙂
Thank you dear Lopa! 🙂
Thanks Lopa 🙂
SONNET – 3
COOKERY (A Roseate Sonnet – The experimental form
by Dr. Ampat Koshy)
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© DN 2015
06/09/15 22:53
The sweat stained cooker in fumes
Nile dripping in tempted tunes
A clutch, a hold; the eager rolled
The whistle in a tale, ready to unfold.
Juvenile hours amidst marine showers
Marks of younghood imprinted without fail
A twist, a turn; the cookery ready to burn
The pirate penning his sail.
It was evening; it is moon
There will be a shift soon.
R- ainbows sketched though no rain
O- ffered is an eager shade
S- ay they that even roses do bleed
E- ffective remains the trade.
Thanks, Daipayan!
ROSEATE SONNET
The Uncanny Silence
The world shakes with tremor upon tremor wild
A patient vulture waits to prey on a dying child.
A Syrian toddler washed on the Turkish shore.
There being no dearth of tales of senseless gore.
Alas, humanity is at the crossroads indeed
Replete with animosity, bloodlust and greed
Is compassion no longer our creed, I wonder
Ah, the world is slowly being torn asunder.
The uncanny silence shrieks, bellows and yells
As the universe echoes with warning bells.
Ravages perpetrated by savages gone berserk
Ominous dangers in every nook and cranny lurk.
Senseless destruction, murder and mendacity
Endlessly we lament the triumph of bellicosity.
such a seething and moving poem!!
SONNET – 4
TOUCH OF YOUTH (A Roseate Sonnet – The experimental form
by Dr. Ampat Koshy)
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© DN 2015
07/09/15 21:42
Noon lit lanes with a touch grim
The dove with its larynx dipped in scream
The gammer old tries a new found trick
Pokes the freedom with her stick.
Does she not bask in the welcoming dusk?
Is that effort a mask?
Does she not play the piper’s pipe-
reminiscing meadows ripe?
Where are you?
Answers nil but curiosities anew
R- ise does she with a thought
O- ff goes the flapping
S- ees with a keen eye, the juvenile rose
E- ssence of which tattooed on her skin.
Roseate Sonnet
Symphony with life
Where is the sunshine
A life lost its shine
Behind the night shine
Suffocating is breathe; mine
Let me once meet a dream
To bring a shine to life
A love of moon beams
day of the life begins fine
It is day bringing life
It is moon bringing light
R resulting from the mating
O of the sun and moon bond
S symphony in universe
E enchanting is peace
(C) In the Olive galore
By Padmini Dutta Sharma
There was no looking back
Everything got submerged in the fiasco
She managed to pass the thread
Through the needle though…
There were shadows & marks
Of deceit and treachery
On the walls & the meadows
Quiet akin to the unedited glossary…
He had perilously thrown every oath asunder
Coupling for him was a mere appetizer…
Reposing solitary amidst olive galore
Only the setting sun that slept no more
Salvaging every deceit that ruined her soul
Eternally she put them to rest!
Roseate Sonnet from Africa – second one!
Owl’ Of Minerva Illuminatti
Sonnet 2 (ROSE)
Woody perrennial of the genus rosa
She is of the rosaceae family
Ofen armed of sharp princkles
Pulchritude lies beneath all the harm
The ancient symbol of love and pulcher
Under the rose
Hidden are untold fairytales
It is a romance lauguage,feedeth those inlove
The smell of attar
And the deepest sip of wine
Reaved and despoilation of flourish
Over the great depth of summer
Silent went the gardens of plantae
Echoes filled the empty gardens before the autumn harvest
By – Kgadi Marius Mojela
And lest we forget The Rose has Thorns
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So easily you played your game with me
As the days rolled into weeks,
and months to years
So easily you hunted on your prey
Like a beast in heat wanting your own way
You spun your yarn so longingly my love
Your besottedness seemed a treasure trove
Your mooning swooning methods all the time
Was nothing but your selfishness sublime
All you promised were a pack of lies
Your lovingness was defiance disguised
Revelations are seldom worthwhile
Objectives can be pretty heartless too
Stinking memories can often cause pain
Entanglements are therefore best restrained
At Depth
(A Roseate Sonnet)
Learned language at the lap of mother
Sweet,simple and easy to learn
May be appeared mother tongue as pacific ocean
And we become eager divers in it.
As interesting our deep relationship,
As enjoyable our deep knowledge.
As satisfactory our deep meditation
So bewitchment remains in the core of language like pearl in oyster.
Light knowledge results in danger, may be disaster
At times hand calf,at times hanging.
Raising voice of our souls to meet together
Overwork at deep level is a must
Salable materials not to be sold
Especially hopes,dreams,pens and mother tongue.
(C) Shyamal Kumar Majumder
9 Sept,2015.
The Fortunate
Blooming buds with innocent smiles
Waved pink apricot palms to invite
Faces beamed spurting curious fountains
Hope swam through clear streams on brown rims
To choose two not so young couples
With open arms received two delicate buds
Shravna of three attired in pink pinafore
In checked shirt, white shorts, krishna of four
Fortunate two amongst hundred and twelve
Hugged siblings foster with tears bids farewell
Reserved were their new homes, future secure
Orphans will not they be called any more
Seeds of love had been planted once more
Everlasting bonds with blessings showered
Sunila Kamal Khemchanani – Copyright reserved
Wish you were here last night, in the moon’s glow.
Only the wind was howling so harshly
Outside my window, letting the sand billow blindly.
Wish you were here last night, in the moon’s glow.
Wish we could cradle each other, in our arms.
Your bosom my pillow, my chest your sun’s hillow,
Create an island, safe from the world’s low.
Wish we could cradle each other, in our arms.
To gather strength to stand firm in the quotidian
Till our stars shine as one in the heights of the meridian.
Roaming together or staying, still, in love
Over the years, even when we are apart
Speaking or not, in our lives to see move
Ever, the power of love that won’t depart.
(c) KOSHY AV
Hushed Whispers – A Roseate Sonnet
Rhiti Bose
There are hushed whispers everywhere in the air
A maiden of twenty, very fair
Is seen on every moonlit night
Staggering away with all her might
A rose in one hand and a dagger in another
She searches for her lost father
They say, her feet never touches the ground
She is followed by her faithful hound
Lost in the woods, estranged by her father they say
She was dragged away by dangers of the forest lurking on her way
Red blue violet white, she is seen in all colours, till the break of dawn
One hue vanishes after another taking the shade of fawn
She slowly fades to come back another day
Enigma remains of the maiden, they say!
© Rhiti Bose 2015