Pitter, or: Patter

A ‘kouta’ poem

raindrops splatter rat-a-tat
pitter-patter upon wood
soft tittering turns my head
"Good night, Abba'chka*."

*What my daughter calls me


  • 4 lines (an occasional 5th line may appear);
  • A stand alone poem but often is accompanied by other Koutas with the same theme;
  • Syllabic: variable odd numbered syllable lengths, the most common patterns are written in lines of alternating 7-5-7-5 syllables or 7-7-7-5 syllables;
  • Secular, personal, themes of ordinary life often includes onomatopoeia.


This ‘kouta’ poem was written for Colleen Chesebro’s week Tanka Tuesday syllabic poetry prompt, which was provided by Reena Saxena this week.

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

39 thoughts on “Pitter, or: Patter”

  1. When our children were little they called us Mama and Papa. Most are Mom and Dad โ€“ Some Mother and Father, maybe even Pop. I always knew in a crowd when my littles were looking for me ๐Ÿ™‚

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