Poetic Form: Diminished Hexaverse

One would think that a poetic form with the name "hexaverse" would have stanzas or lines or syllables equaling six, such as in "hexagonal," or six-sided. However I found no strict definition of a hexaverse anywhere on primary Internet search engines or even on the two dozen or so poetry sites I researched. "Hexaverse" is currently underlined in red in my Microsoft Word page as a misspelled word, though I know it's spelled correctly. It seems like the hexaverse gets no respect.

Most of the poems I found online that represented themselves as "diminished hexaverse" start out with a five-line stanza of five syllables in each line, then a four-line stanza with four syllables each, and so on, until the last one syllable stanza ends the poem. The reducing line and syllable count is why the form is referred to as "diminished."

The one site I found that actually defines "diminished hexaverse" mentions that five need not be the starting line and syllable count. If this is the case, I now pronounce that the obvious should be true. From this day forward a diminished hexaverse should indeed start out with a stanza of six six-syllable lines, followed by a stanza of five five-syllable lines, then one of four four-syllable lines, etc.

One variation I would propose would be an "increasing hexaverse," which would be the reverse of the diminished version, starting with one syllable and increasing lines and syllables in each stanza until culminating with a six-line stanza with six-syllable lines. Another variation would be to vary the base number from six, i.e. start with ten lines of ten syllables each, and so on.

As with most syllable-based forms, rhyme and meter are to be avoided. There is no titling convention, so one may name their hexaverse anything they like.

Example:

The Majesty of Sunset

No one could prepare me
for the resplendency,
the esteemed majesty,
of the mid-March sunset,
in which the falling sun
drapes itself in such red.

So unexpected!
I've seen the sun set
on the horizon
for ten thousand eves-
but not like this one.

Crimson doesn't
do justice to
these hues of deep,
darkening skies.

Reverence
is evoked,
though short-lived.

Watching,
I'm in

awe.