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Ok next form is Rondelet
The Rondelet is a French form consisting of a single septet with two rhymes and one refrain: AbAabbA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats. The refrain is written in tetra-syllabic or dimeter and the other lines are twice as long - octasyllabic or tetrameter.
Examples can be found here: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/rondelet.html
Tentative deadline is June 25
Spring has gone.
High summer drowns the fresh spring air.
Spring has gone
And my love, too, has long moved on.
Where did she go? Who knows? Somewhere.
Since she's no longer smiling there
Spring has gone.
A Quiet Ride In the Country
Along the back-roads
Scenic routes are always lovely
Along the back-roads
Friendship blooms and love always grows
Friendly faces, lovely places, serenity
No city crowds, no voices loud, just peace
Along the back-roads
(C) Pendragon 6/7/2013
A Rondelet of Patterns
Patterns are healing
To know sunshine will follow rain
Patterns are healing
While a peaceful snowflake allures
Seasons assure no frost remains
Nature's balance man must sustain
Patterns are healing
Today was the appointed deadline but being as there are only three entires, very good ones thought they are, I will extend the time to see if we can get a few more. So if you haven't had a chance to enter yet, you now have until July 1st to do so.
Thank you all who have entered. All three were great entries and made choosing quite difficult.
Pendragon: I love the atmosphere you created with your poem. This painted a lovely and vivid picture in the mind and felt very serene indeed. It invoked some great imagery.
Melanie: This was a beautiful poem about the changing of the seasons. I particularly enjoyed the line "While a peaceful snowflake allures" I also thought your refrain "patterns of healing" was quite a lovely sentiment.
But the winner is
YesNo:
I felt that your poem most seamlessly integrated the refrain, and really made it flow quite well. I also enjoyed the story you told with your poem. The connection between the loss of spring with the loss of a lover.
YesYesYes to YesNo! Nicely done.
Thank you, Dark Muse. And thank you for the compliment, Melanie. I enjoyed reading all the other entries.
The next form is blank verse.
This has 10 syllables per line with 5 of the syllables accented. The lines are not rhymed. Usually the pattern of the 10 syllables is iambic, that is, one syllable is unstressed and the next is stressed. Any number of lines is fine.
Deadline: Saturday evening, July 27th.
I'm sorry but I had to delete this because I'm entering it into a cash-prize contest that requires no previous publishing.
I'll try to come up with a replacement in time.
Eeek. Iambic Pentameter... Not my cup of tea. Sorry!
Give it a go, Pendragon. It's easy if you just tell a story using 10 syllables per line and don't worry about the iambic pentameter until you're all finished. Then read it back, out loud, to the rhythm of a heartbeat: daDUH daDUH daDUH daDUH daDUH. Make sure you don't go DUHda DUHda DUHda DUHda DUHda because that won't work. It probably won't be out of rhythm, but if it is in a few spots, it's an easy fix. That worked for me.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
No problem. Melanie. Good luck on the contest! I look at these Lit Net contests as an opportunity to practice with different subjects and styles.
That sounds like a good technique for iambic pentameter that doesn't have end-rhymes. The meter differentiates it from prose.
Thank you. I like these Lit Net contests because they get me going. They provide the inspirational subject or picture or form, etc, and then I can take off with it. Otherwise, I'm too overwhelmed with all the things I could write about and then never pick just one because I can't decide. It's quite a challenge here sometimes...like when the subject is "broom" :D
This is supposed to be due today, but there aren't any entries. So I'll extend it two more weeks to August 10.
I'll give this a shot.
I started one - it was really bad.
eg
I wish I was the one who caused those tears,
Within my power would then their staunching be,
Sooooooooooo...
Do we need a restart, here? YesNo you may choose another form, or I can start us over again. Let me know.
Pen:confused5::confused5::confused5:
I guess the time is up again. You are welcome to provide a new form, Pendragon.
Thank you, Yesno
This form is song poetry, with rhyme in the middle of every odd line, with end rhyme on the even lines. The example is from Rudyard Kipling:
Nightsong in the Jungle
Now Chil the Kite brings home the night
That Mang the Bat sets free--
The herds are shut in byre and hut,
For loosed till dawn are we.
This is the hour of pride and power,
Talon and tusk and claw.
Oh, hear the call!--Good hunting all
That keep the Jungle Law!
End of August deadline. Good hunting all!
Quote:
Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
Sorry YesNo, I actually had one in the works for your previous challenge with only the first stanza drafted.Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
I'll continue to chip away at it for future use.
In the meantime, let's carry on with Pendragon's challenge...
That's OK. I prefer the form Pendragon presented since there's a lot of rhyme in it anyway.
The Cullling Song
Come what may, the fading light ends the day,
now I begin to sing my culling song, take care,
close your eyes beneath gentle night skies
give yourself over to my sweet lullaby, but beware,
no need to weep while I sing you into eternal sleep,
tenderly the culling song will lure you into the grave,
now you have heard the power of my word,
and in return freedom from this life I gave.
True Gods are good, do what they should,
And guide us through the day.
The climb was hard, but yard by yard,
I got there anyway.
The cave was dry, the mountain high.
The atmosphere was thin.
The rent was cheap. I lost some sleep.
At last, I could begin.
And so I sat, observing that
The present felt the same
Up here as there, most anywhere.
The place was not to blame.
Fragments of a Mind Consumed With Work 1
3000 is the PSI most common to specify
for concrete under your feet.
Lime stabilize the soil cut loose the coil,
that binds the steel so neat.
No. 3s to reinforce, 18 inches apart of course,
will hold Portland’s matrix together.
Form boards are true now direct the flue,
pour to the top of the ledger.
End of August, end of Contest
DarkMuse: Death as writer of the poem! Priceless!
YesNo: A mystic journey that discovers that it's the same everywhere! Love it!
GG: Building with concrete! Alright!
One winner, shall I go eny, meny, miny, mo? Hummmmmmm...
YesNo, you have the floor. Congratulations! :wave:
Thanks, Pendragon!
The next form is
Triolet
Here is a link to Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triolet Some of the references cited there provide other examples.
Deadline: September 22, about three weeks from now.
YesNo congratulations.
I am not good with form poems and so I avoid them all together but I will try a triolet because it looks easier. I think :)
It might be easier, cacian. There are also a lot of repeated lines. I'm looking forward to what you come up with.
Escape From Alcatraz
Across the water lay their freedom
Life in Alcatraz rotted body and soul
They had to risk all from desperation
Across the water—lay their Freedom!
Could they defy the odds to come?
In darkest night, in bitter cold—
Across the water lay—their freedom!
Life in Alcatraz rotted body and soul…
Pendragon
©9/2/2013
Note: On the night of June 11, 1962, Frank Lee Morris, John William Anglin, and Anglin’s brother Clarence made their escape from Alcatraz by cutting through the wall vents into a maintenance area, crossing the roof, and setting out to sea in a boat made from raincoats they inflated at the shore. They are supposed dead in the freezing water, but Mythbusters proved they could have made good on their escape!
Desolation
Watching your shadow ebb away
blood rains fall without remorse
and I would beg you to stay
watching your shadow ebb away
I know night has swallowed day
earth shudders with thunderous force
watching your shadow ebb away
blood rains fall without remorse
I may try to submit a Triolet, but while researching this form I came across a poem by Robert Bridges:
When first we met, we did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master;
Of more than common friendliness
When first we met we did not guess.
Who could foretell the sore distress,
This irretrievable disaster,
When first we met?—We did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master.
Not only is this a fine poem, but I could not help noticing
that it may have been a source for Elizabeth Bishop's One Art.
when you speak of love it's glow
the words astound, musically sound
a promise comes across a woe
when you speak of love it's glow
your voice becomes a certain low
slowest is wound
when you speak of love it's glow
your words astound musically sound
P.S thank you YesNo for the encouragement. :)
I knew you could do it, cacian! Thanks for the entry.
I'm looking forward to reading your triolet as well, Nick.
I've enjoyed all the entries so far. There is a little over 2 weeks left to enter.
Beach Beauties
history's mysteries answered
in microscopic grains of sand
biologic & geologic standards
history's mysteries answered
like a kaleidoscope fractured
of texture, color, and pattern
history's mysteries answered
in microscopic grains of sand
http://i1312.photobucket.com/albums/...ps4e0ba87b.jpg
Credits: Photo taken under a Edge3D
microscope ~ by Dr. Gary Greenberg
Time is up! Thank you for all the contributions.
Pendragon: I wouldn't want to be in Alcatraz either.
Dark Muse: Describing someone leaving by referring to their shadows ebbing and night swallowing day was nice. I liked "blood rains".
cacian: The line about a promise coming across a woe impressed me.
Melanie: That was a beautiful arrangement for the poem with the rhyming sound of "history's mysteries" repeating itself.
Looking forward to your contributions, Nick Capozzoli. That was good trioloet by Bridges.
I find triolets hard to write, but I enjoy reading them.
The winner is cacian.
I enjoyed the combination of "promise" and "woe".
thank you very much YesNo I was not expecting that haha :)
ok will be back with a new form soonish.
ok guys here is the next challenge:
write an acrostic poem:
An acrostic poem could be about anything. An acrostic is a poem or other form of writing in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text spells out a word or a message. Each line is aligned vertically to form one word.
here is an example:
An acrostic poem
Can be about anything
Really
Of course some people like to
Start each line with a sentence
Though
I prefer weaving words into a
Creation that is more freeform
good luck and
due date: 7th of October. about two weeks time.
Hero Pulp Magazines 1933-1949
Down from his eyrie on Empire State Building’s 86th floor
Onto the world’s stage he strode like a God
Criminals and evildoers beware—
Somebody is watching, and somebody’s going down today
After all is said and done you’ll find that crime just doesn’t pay
Vengeance is his for all those who the law cannot protect
Assurances of assistance for those in the throes of death
Going head to head with bad men, monsters, and science gone savage
Evil cannot stand before the Man of Bronze—Doc Savage!
Pendragon
9/23/2013
Obsession
Opal memories color my mind in a dream that does not fade,
behind every truth a lie, if only you knew it is all to preserve you,
starry nights in your eyes leave me breathless and senseless,
embers in my soul, it only takes a word from your lips to ignite,
sanguine passions infiltrate my reason leaving me in desperation,
saffron hearts smolder like wildfires which cannot be contained,
indigo love plunges with raging force beyond the ocean depths,
obliterated by your every touch, abandoned in you every motion,
nocturne sonatas murmur within your slumbering ear while I watch.
anymore entrants? only TWO so far :)