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Showing posts with label Paradelle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paradelle. Show all posts

Monday, January 21, 2019

A Paradelle (Challenge)

In a cruel joke on myself, I must note that. I chose this life, the life of a poet. I accepted a challenge to write a Paradelle, see the link for description.

I take a lot of pride in my ability to know and write in a wide variety of poetic forms. There are a few form I haven't tried yet. I do enjoy when presented with a form I hadn't heard of before, or written. A paradelle my boyfriend said, a parody of the Villanelle, see link for explanation. Both forms are strict in their form, with line repetition and rhyme in the case of the villanelle.

I was already into today's writing, so I decided to try it. It'll be easy.

Yeah, once I read the description, I kind of started to doubt my abilities. But, I also don't give up easily, except with a Sestina. I keep bringing that form up. It really need to share that poem sometime. I wrote a truly terrible sestina in college, for a poetry class. It was bad! So, a paradelle is a repeating poem with four stanzas; the first three have repeating lines that are the same (a, a, b, b, c, d), but the last two lines use all of the words in the first two (four) lines. In the last stanza you have six lines; using all of the words from the whole poem (only once for each word). It is a jigsaw puzzle of words and sense.

I did it though!

Note: as a challenge to you, Dear Readers, if I double used a word, or missed a word completely. please leave me a comment. I will revise and resubmit, because I am that type writer.

Crystal Forest Fracture

Outside, the middle of the forest
Outside, the middle of the forest,
Where nary a soul will set foot
Where nary a soul will set foot,
A soul, middle of the outside,
Set foot where nary the forest will.

Where the world begins to fracture
Where the world begins to fracture,
Built of ice and crystal
Built of ice and crystal,
Crystal begins to fracture and
The world of ice where built…

...that will not last through the midwinter
...that will not last through the midwinter,
The empire will fall in the Spring
The empire will fall in the Spring,
The Midwinter Empire will last not through
That will fall in the Spring.

In the Spring,
In the middle forest soul begins
To fracture and
Nary a foot will set in the ice world.
The Empire built of crystals will not last

Through Midwinter that will fall.

Friday, October 16, 2015

OctPoWriMo: Sailor's Dreams

Today's Poetry Prompt: The paradelle. Invented to be a parody (hence the name) to villanelles by US Poet Laureate Billy Collins. There, that's your history lesson for the day! Go visit Shadow Poetry for examples.


The Design is simple:
Stanza 1: 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4
Stanza 2: 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8
Stanza 3: 9, 9, 10, 10, 11, 12
Stanza 4: 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

Word prompts: Parallel, Dimension , Shipwreck , Delicious

Sentence prompts: 
O' stormy sea...
Sounding with a crunch...
In her shadow...

Come and visit OctPoWriMo and see what everyone is writing.

Photo courtesy of Beverly Tan
Sailor's Dreams

What if it was all in her head
What if it was all in her head
The delicious dream of sailing on the stormy seas
The delicious dream of sailing on the stormy seas
The dream of sailing in her head, what if
on the stormy seas, it was all delicious.

As she lays supine amongst the daisies
As she lays supine amongst the daisies
In another dimension, dreaming of sailor's stories
In another dimension, dreaming of sailor's stories
She lays supine as in another dimension dreaming,
sailor's stories of amongst the daisies.

There is a shipwreck riding fast against the waves
There is a shipwreck riding fast against the waves
At the mercy of her own wild imagination's creation
At the mercy of her own wild imagination's creation
Against the waves, there riding of her own imagination
a mercy is fast at the shipwreck's creation. 

At a shipwreck of her own creation, riding the waves--
wild's imagination is sailing on the stormy seas.
In another dream of sailor's stories all in her head,
as amongst the supine mercy there was it,
the fast dreaming of delicious daisies.
What if she lays against the dimension?