I don't think this form has a specific name. It is nine lines of iambic tetrameter, broken up into a quatrain, a tercet, and a couplet. It is a sad lyric poem.
Do not kill the messenger. Poetry, or rather poets, is a dying species. AI can write poetry very well. The literary world seems to be in denial about what is coming. Sorry.
What do you call this form? (that you use so well to highlight the contemporary dilemma)
I don't think this form has a specific name. It is nine lines of iambic tetrameter, broken up into a quatrain, a tercet, and a couplet. It is a sad lyric poem.
Do not kill the messenger. Poetry, or rather poets, is a dying species. AI can write poetry very well. The literary world seems to be in denial about what is coming. Sorry.