Poetry form: Threefold Mesh / Triple Malla

Threefold Mesh

This is a poetic form that is all about dualities between extremes and Balance. The rules are relatively simple and yet is quiet a challenge to keep up with the concept idea.

The first rule is that there must be 16 verses (non negotiable)

The second rule is that there is no rule for rhyme but you must use other poetic devices to create a water like rhythm and flow.

The third rule is that the poem must read like a poem as a whole but you must create a line break on each verse that will cut through the poem as a river. There is no rule for the amount of spaces that the break will have.

Rule four is the most complicated. Once you cut through out the poem with the breaks, you should have two columns, and here is where duality and extremes come to play. each column must read as an individual poem opposite to the other! My recommendation is that you work the poem line by line and read the whole poem at each line end to check that makes sense as a whole and then the individual poems/columns and compare to the other to maintain the duality.

The last rule is quiet simple and has to do with geometry. the poem must have a quadrilateral shape so you will also create a visual flow within the poem with the line breaks.
the best tip I can give is to craft line by line and do not worry about the line break so much until you finish. Use your longer line as reference and at the line break use three spaces and then align the rest of the poem with it.

The name of this form came for the three different poem you can read into one entwined mesh of poetic exercise.

Here are links to examples of this form:

- Gradually the night…

- Dualities…

- Diurnal dancer

Hope to see more poems in this form emerging in perfect equilibrium!

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Triple Malla

Esta es una forma poética que tiene que ver con la dualidad entre los extremos y el equilibrio. Las reglas son relativamente simples y sin embargo es todo un reto de mantenerse al día con la idea del concepto.

La primera regla es que debe tener 16 versos (no negociable)

La segunda regla es que no hay ninguna regla para la rima pero hay que usar otros recursos poéticos para crear un cierto ritmo como el flujo agua.

La tercera regla es que el poema debe leer como un solo poema, como un todo, y deberás crear una ruptura de línea en cada verso que cortará a través del poema como un río. No hay una regla para la cantidad de espacios que la ruptura tendrá.

La cuarta regla es el más complicada. Una vez que se corta a través de la poema con las rupturas de línea, deberías tener dos columnas, y aquí es donde la dualidad y los extremos vienen a jugar su papel. Cada columna debe leerse como un poema individual opuesto al otro! Mi recomendación es que se trabaje el poema línea a línea y que leas el poema entero en cada fin de línea para comprobar que tenga sentido como un todo y cada poema/columna individual también tengan sentido y puedas mantener la dualidad a lo largo del poema.

La última regla es muy sencilla y tiene que ver con la geometría. el poema debe tener una forma de cuadrilátero por lo que también se creará un flujo visual en el poema con del saltos de línea.
el mejor consejo que puedo dar es de elaborar línea por línea y no te preocupes por el salto de línea tanto hasta que termines. Utiliza tu línea más larga de referencia y en emplea un salto de línea tres espacios y luego alinear del resto del poema con él.

El nombre de esta forma poética se deriva del poema como un todo (uno) y los dos poemas individuales que se entrelazan formando una malla poética.

Aquí están tres ejemplos de poemas en “Triple Malla”

- Paulatina la noche….

- Dualidades

- Bailarina diurna

Espero que les halla gustado y que lo intenten!

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This form was created and developed by Gavriel Navarro© 2013

Gradually the night… / Paulatina la noche….

I am nothing and                 All upon your body

unapologetic,                diaphanous nakedness,

spining tightly                    foreseeing your lips

to the return of night             floating in the air

that deepens                      fugitive inside you

and I’m fallen,             annihilated without lies

blurred lightning               anxious to have you

when I rush in               like a wolf of the Moon

howling serene                on your white curves

set into stillness      and the prison of your skin

among shades and vertigo,        mythical elixir

secret desire                   guided by your scent

and my eyes sip       on the shores of your soul

captives of the abyss,       before the beginning

that occurs in the end,              while your sigh

into a dream between us,                gradually…

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Nada soy y                   Soy todo sobre tu cuerpo

sin arrepentimientos,              diáfana desnudez,

girando con fuerza           presintiendo tus labios

al retorno de la noche,            flotando en el aire

que se ahonda                     fugitivo dentro de ti.

y soy caído,                    aniquilado sin mentiras

relámpago confuso                 ansioso de tenerte

cuando me precipito               como lobo de luna

aullando sereno            sobre tus curvas blancas

ajustado a la quietud         y la prisión de tu piel

entre sombras y vértigo,               el elixir mítico

deseo secreto                    guiado por tu aroma

y mis ojos sorben            en la ribera de tu alma

cautivos de el abismo,           antes del comienzo

Dualities / Dualidades

 

A little of water,                                a little of fire

soothing the impulse                   of eternal flame

the clamor of a man,                            in despair

at the absence,               cutting in two the night

swift and gloomy,               cauterizing emotions

piteous delirium            at this luminous evening

grown with your flow,                 sulfurizing west

among blue waters,          suspended in your fire

rendered to your naivety        and passion intact

over the white beach,     dissolving your blushes

steamy and vibrant          to my astonished eyes

as water leaps merry                   over your body

in immense flashes,             and we are burning

and it began to rain,                filled with passion

over moistened skin,        Oh, untouched delight!

dewdrops…                                  my delirium…

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Un poco de agua,                    un poco de fuego

calmando el impulso               de la eterna llama

del clamor de un hombre,               desesperado

en la ausencia,         cortando en dos a la noche

rauda y triste,                cauterizando emociones

del delirio flébil                en esta tarde luminosa

crecida con tu caudal,      sulfurando al poniente

entre aguas azules,        suspendido en tu fuego

rendido en tu ingenuidad        y la pasión intacta

sobre la playa blanca,   disolviendo tus sonrojos

vaporosos y vibrantes,      bajo mis ojos atónitos 

mientras el agua salta alegre     sobre tu cuerpo

en inmensos destellos,          y los dos ardientes 

y comenzó a llover,                    llenos de pasión

Today in April / Hoy en Abril

Today I was surprised by Spring
with open arms, as one who feels
the sudden arrival of a gentle zephyr
extolling the soft heat of the scenery.

Today April knocks at my door and grins
bringing joy to the sadness of my soul
with the faint scent of early flowers
on a solitary cloud muddying the sky.

Today I left behind my gelid dreams
against a horizon, not as pale and cold
opening my windows to the vernal wind
in this afternoon sieved through love.

Today I take you in my chest with pride
surprised by your soul, constant and naked
because April is no longer a stranger
or a passing dream that is here to stay.
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Hoy me sorprendió la Primavera
con brazos abiertos, como quien siente
la llegada abrupta de un céfiro gentil
exaltando el suave calor del paisaje.

Hoy Abril toca a mi puerta y sonríe
trayendo alegría a la tristeza de mi alma
con el aroma tenue de flores tempranas
sobre una nube solitaria enturbiando al cielo.

Hoy dejé atrás a mis sueños gélidos
frente a un horizonte, no tan pálido y frio
abriendo mis ventanas al viento vernal
en esta tarde tamizada por el amor.

Hoy te llevo con orgullo en mi pecho
sorprendido por tu alma, constante y desnuda
porque Abril ya no es un desconocido
o un sueño pasajero que llegó para quedarse.

Gavriel Navarro© 2013

Navarrette Quatrains
Today in April

It rains / Llueve

It rains, and on the horizon
The sun delves into stealth
seeking to kiss the earth
intimately, behind dark clouds.

It rains above love
consummated in thick fog
Shaping the night
beyond its darkness.

It rains returnless, and now
Your body rain down on me
and my eyes are pouring rain
overshadowing the sky.

It rains, and how it rains!
crowning the horizon
while love blooms
returnless under the rain…
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Llueve, y en el horizonte
El sol se ahonda en sigilo
buscando besar a la tierra
Íntimamente, detrás de nubes negras

Llueve sobre el amor
consumado en espesa niebla
dándole forma a la noche
mas allá de sus tinieblas

Llueve sin retorno, y ahora
Tu cuerpo llueve sobre mi
y mis ojos llueven a raudales
opacando al cielo

Llueve, y como llueve!
coronando el horizonte
mientras florece el amor
sin retorno bajo la lluvia…

Gavriel Navarro© 2013
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Thresholds / Umbrales

There were twelve in the Cenacle.
Some of them thinner-faced
others arguing among dreams
the apexes of the local vernacular

Without any remnant of oracle
their eyes sparkled as owners
of the twilight glow of reveries
embodied in the magic of a verse

There ended the gazebo of fancies,
of words written in the return
of what was a sea of ​​gibberish.

Forging on light and sweat the setting
of what far from a pleasant evening
turned the writer into his final frontier.
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Había doce en el Cenáculo
algunos con rostros cenceños
otros discutiendo entre sueños
los ápices del lenguaje vernáculo

Sin ningún retazo de oráculo
sus ojos rutilaban como dueños
del brillo crepuscular de los ensueños
plasmados en la magia de un versículo

Allá terminó el mirador de fantasías,
de palabras escritas en el retorno
de lo que fue un mar de galimatías

Forjando con luz y sudor el entorno
de lo que lejos de ser una noche placentera
convirtió al escritor en su ultima frontera.

Gavriel Navarro© 2013
Thresholds

Life is emptying / La vida se va vaciando

I have no magical worlds.
Only the poet can see them
far beyond my mysteries,
and drink the murky water of soul.

I have no reproaches
just hurry to reach death,
that is nothing more simple
than time disguised as a rose.

I have no empty spaces,
and maybe now I do not care.
I searched for air inside the lost
where the sorrows are transient.

I have no desire to be valiant
to conquer a thousand worlds in vain.
I walk without reproaching life on a tear
filling with poetry its empty spaces…
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No me quedan mundos mágicos,
Solo el poeta puede verlos
mas allá de mis misterios,
y beber el agua turbia del alma.

No me quedan reproches
solo prisa por llegar a la muerte,
que no es otra cosa mas simple
que el tiempo disfrazado de rosa.

No me quedan espacios vacuos,
y tal vez ahora no me importe.
Yo busqué aire adentro de lo perdido
en donde las dolores son fugaces.

No me quedan ganas de ser valiente
para conquistar mil mundos en vano.
Yo camino sin reprochar la vida en una lagrima
llenando de poesía sus espacios vacíos…

Gavriel Navarro© 2013
La vida

I don’t care / No me importa

(Navarrette Quatrains)
Today you have covered the face
into a plume of gray pride
to conceal without bitterness
the transfiguration of your soul

Today you leave as your footprints
erased forever beneath the waves
and you left no wake or trace of gloss
cynically drowning into your pride

Today you cast down and I don’t care
what awaits you are streaks of steam
because your name is not written
under any of my silvery stars

Today you vanish forever
covered with your word made tin
to leave nothing, taking nothing
tail of straw, and in truth, I don’t care

Epilogue…

“….and the egret became a blurred image against my sunset!”
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Hoy té has cubierto el rostro
en un penacho de orgullo gris
para disimular sin amarguras
las transfiguraciones de tu alma

Hoy té marchas así como tus huellas
borradas para siempre entre las olas
y no dejaste estela ni rastros de brillo
ahogándote cínicamente en tu orgullo

Hoy té acongojas y no me importa
lo que te espera son trazos de vapor
porque tu nombre no esta escrito
bajo ninguna de mis estrellas plateadas

Hoy té desvaneces para siempre
cubierta de tu palabra hecha hojalata
para dejar nada, tomando nada
rabo de paja, y en verdad, no me importa

Epilogo…

“… y la garza se convirtió en imagen borrosa en contraste a mi atardecer!”

Gavriel Navarro© 2013
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The Egret

What has to be…. / Lo que tiene que ser…

This has to be the life of the thinker;
having believed in a painting, now gray
lost in the vastness of a brief ocean
disagreeing about the laxity of its integrity

This has to be the life of a lover;
To remember and touch, feel the brevity,
of believing blindly in love, that without colors
inside his young chest, is still throbbing.

This has to be the life of Noble;
In the flash of all that intrigues in life
bravely resisted all unjust and cowardly,
forgiving the thorns of the roses.

This has to be the life of whom resists
and thinks in a clear and sunny tomorrow,
lover of the brevity of existence, which
the nobility of the Universe relegated him …
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Esta ha de ser la vida del que piensa;
El haber creído en una pintura ahora gris
perdida en la inmensidad de un océano fugaz
que discrepa sobre la laxitud de su integridad.

Esta ha de ser la vida de un amante;
Poder recordar y tocar; sentir la brevedad
de creer a ciegas en el amor, que sin colores
dentro de su pecho joven, todavía palpita.

Esta ha de ser la vida del Noble;
En lo fugaz de todo lo que intriga en la vida
resiste con valor todo lo injusto y lo cobarde,
perdonándole las espinas a las rosas.

Esta ha de ser la vida de quien resiste
y piensa en un mañana claro y soleado,
amante de la brevedad de la existencia
que la nobleza del Universo le relegó…

Gavriel Navarro© 2013
Lo que se es

How to write a “Navarrette Quatrain”

Here is a  clear explanation how to create “Navarrette Quatrains” a poetic form I developed. This takes you step by step showing you the precise construct of this poetic form:

First you create a line like on this naverrette:

“Now you’re mine, and am no longer but your master”

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then you copy paste 4 times:

Now you’re mine, and am no longer but your master
Now you’re mine, and am no longer but your master
Now you’re mine, and am no longer but your master
Now you’re mine, and am no longer but your master

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the next step you change the final part of the first 3 verses:

Now you’re mine, so do not hurry
Now you’re mine, come to live in my dreams
Now you’re mine, give me the gift of thy light
Now you’re mine, and am no longer but your master

notice that each line now is different and the Original line becomes the first verse of the last stanza

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then the first 3 stanzas are free to write without rules:

Now you’re mine, so do not hurry
take your time on my bosom
while the skyline is dawning
and the birds spin out their destiny

Now you’re mine, come to live in my dreams
life brought you to me with certainty
mounted on its invisible fugitive wings
at this Alhambra that I built for you

Now you’re mine, give me the gift of thy light
your hands are not blind to my body
and your lips are not foreign to my taste
I am fire you wear and take you to my heart

Now you’re mine, and am no longer but your master

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Now notice that the last stanza has a singularity. I used the original words I replaced after the repetition to construct the 4th stanza:

first verse, first stanza I used:
Now you’re mine, so do not “hurry”

first verse, second stanza I used:
Now you’re mine, come to live in my “dreams”

first verse, third stanza I used:
Now you’re mine, give me the gift of thy “light”

forth stanza:
Now you’re mine, and am no longer but your master
forever your destiny safe and without “hurry”
“dream” of your dream in the eternity of time
filling up with our “light”the shadows of the Universe…

Notice the words used to change the lines created to make different starts for each stanza are remarked. you must use those words in the following order to make sense and create the last stanza:

The first verse, first stanza word matches with a word in the second verse, fourth stanza

the first verse, second stanza word matches with a word in the third verse, fourth stanza

the first verse, Third stanza word matches with a word in the fourth verse, fourth stanza.

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now the poem read like this:

Now you’re mine, so do not hurry
take your time on my bosom
while the skyline is dawning
and the birds spin out their destiny

Now you’re mine, come to live in my dreams
life brought you to me with certainty
mounted on its invisible fugitive wings
at this Alhambra that I built for you

Now you’re mine, give me the gift of thy light
your hands are not blind to my body
and your lips are not foreign to my taste
I am fire you wear and take you to my heart

Now you’re mine, and am no longer but your master
forever your destiny safe and without hurry
dream of your dream in the eternity of time
filling up with our light the shadows of the Universe…

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the 4th stanza is the major problem to resolve but once you crack it, should finally read like this other poem:

When we are…

When we are eternal, we are airborne
taking flight on my trembling feathers
a faint act of faith that leaped forward
to reach a desired height and then stop

When we are eternal, we are stillness
whispering divine Argos of ice and fire
the innerspring of ardent voices to the wind
beyond the veils of tranquil warm nights

When we are eternal, we are vacuum
absorbed by lucid inequities and mute faces
lost in the emptiness of space untamed
in the absence of Sunlight, airless drowning

When we are eternal, we are timeless
airborne souls, we are not extinguished
within the stillness of immortal darkness
nailed deep into the vacuum of the sky….

Gavriel Navarro© 2012

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The purpose of the form is displayed at the last stanza and I believe this formula opens a channel to the subconscious… Have fun if you decide to try!