These pages are “learn as you go”. It is not to say these are new “lessons”. They are more of a refresher course. And of course, those who make a habit of being “free-spirited” and steer away from rhyme, have challenged themselves in these exercises and of that I am most grateful of the efforts being made. You ladies and gentlemen are awesome/awe inspiring!

This week, we will concentrate on specific poetic forms that rely heavily on rhyme or have it woven into certain rhyme patterns with great effect. These will include: Alouette, Constanza, Dizain, Rondeau and Triolet. More examples and more concise reviews of these forms can be found at the Poetic/Creative Bloomings link here:


The Alouette was created by Jan Turner.

It consists of two or more stanzas of 6 lines each, with the following set rules:

Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7
Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c, b

“Alouette” is a French word, which means ‘skylark’, and this form is reminiscent of the lark’s song-like expression as presented here. The word ‘alouette’ can also mean “a children’s song” (usually sung in a group). This poetry form is not necessarily for children’s poetry (although can be applied that way), as it works through that style with short lines.


The Constanza, created by Connie Marcum Wong, consists of five or more 3-line stanzas. Each line has a set meter of eight syllables. The first lines of all the stanzas can be read successively as an independent poem, with the rest of the poem weaved in to express a deeper meaning. The first lines convey a theme written in monorhyme, while the second and third lines of each stanza rhyme together.

Rhyme scheme: a/b/b, a/c/c, a/d/d, a/e/e, a/f/f………etc.


Ten lines rhymed; usually (though not by definition) iambic pentameter. This is originally a French form and initially would have been made up of eight syllable lines, but later ten syllable lines were also used. The few examples of this form in England did prefer Iambic Pentameter, but that’s purely up to the poet.

The rhyme scheme is: a-b-a-b-b-c-c-d-c-d.


A rondeau (plural rondeaux) is a form of French poetry with 15 lines written on two rhymes.  It makes use of refrains, repeated according to a certain stylized pattern. It was customarily regarded as a challenge to arrange for these refrains to contribute to the meaning of the poem in as succinct and poignant a manner as possible. The rondeau consists of thirteen lines of eight syllables, plus two refrains (which are half lines,  four syllables each).

The traditional rondeau looks like this:





The triolet is a very brief, tightly rhymed poem that, like the pantoum, takes part of its structure from the repetition of entire lines. A triolet is eight lines, as follows:

1st line A
2nd line B
3rd line a (rhymes with A)
4th line A (entire 1st line repeated)
5th line a (rhymes with A)
6th line b (rhymes with B)B)
7th line A (entire 1st line repeated)
8th line B (entire 2nd line repeated)


Using one of these forms (or as many as you feel fit to write), allow the rhyme to drive your poems. Although we are working with rhyme this month, the form becomes important this week. And in seeing that we welcome Spring by the end of the week and say goodbye (somewhat) to Winter, we will be writing to one of these topics: A Farewell Poem, A Birth or Rebirth Poem, or a Poem about returning to something. All in good form! 



  1. William Preston


    When colors kiss the ground again,
    weariness flees the dreary land
    as green cavorts with dun. And then,
    when colors kiss the ground again
    and grant their grace upon each glen,
    a blessing seems to sift the sand
    when colors kiss the ground. Again
    weariness flees the dreary land.

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  2. Don’t
    (A Triolet)

    By: Nurit Israeli

    Don’t fault the swiftly fleeting years,
    don’t flee the dark and empty rooms –
    a smile awaits behind the tears,
    don’t fault the swiftly fleeting years.
    See, glee resides beside the fears,
    embrace the cold before spring blooms –
    don’t fault the swiftly fleeting years,
    don’t flee the dark and empty rooms.

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  3. Not Yet
    (A Rondeau without rhyme)

    Blood flows constricted through collapsed
    And weakened veins and arteries
    Unaware life stumbles forward
    Edging closer to disaster
    The subtle signs ignored for now

    One day it struck without warning
    Undeniable evidence
    Something tapping on my shoulder
    The Grim Reaper

    Survival instincts take the lead
    Pray to God for good decisions
    Time to seek out helping experts
    Time to trust those trained to save lives
    Under the knife they push away
    The Grim Reaper

    © 2015 Earl Parsons


  4. […] Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild (offshoot of much-missed Poetic Bloomings and Creative Bloomings) is currently focusing on rhyme. […]


  5. { like them all, Viv but can so relate to the Constanza


  6. Living Doll

    Like a living doll
    Smiles at one and all
    Legs straight out in her wheelchair
    Greets you with a squeal
    Hugs you a great deal
    And you know that it’s not fair

    At that you feel blessed
    To have such a guest
    And you’d like to treat her right
    Make up for her pain
    Sun instead of rain
    Yet like her, accept her plight

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  7. William Preston


    I think that I shall never see
    a poem perfect as a pear;
    poetic shapes can never be
    so round and firm, nor have the flair
    that Bartlett, Bosc, and Anjou bear

    and, as for sound, think of the crunch
    when on a pear your cuspids munch:
    no words that mingle in a verse
    can satisfy you after lunch.
    Compared to pears, poems fare worse.

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  8. William Preston


    When the springtime days
    soften winter’s glaze
    and the ground bears scents once more
    and the flowers rise
    to seek out the skies
    with their yearly semaphore,

    some find it so strange
    that my thoughts should range
    to the autumn of the year.
    Though spring brings the green
    and summer, the sheen,
    the fall makes it all austere.

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  9. William Preston


    When blackbirds come there is a glow
    of sunshine limning morning snow,
    a kind of aura in the air
    that makes the day seem mild and fair,
    as though it were a fine rondeau.

    Even when winter’s load of care
    bids worry wander everywhere,
    a light, it seems, bids snow to go
    when blackbirds come

    and bids reluctant green to grow
    and life complete its spring tableau.
    It’s good to watch them flocking there;
    to watch the sunlight’s dancing flare;
    to watch the whole world say hello
    when blackbirds come.

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  10. Kathy

    I miss the glint of mischief in your eyes.
    The jokes just bubbled there beneath your skin,
    Your wisdom and compassion in disguise.
    You’d tease and boast and rub our errors in,
    And out for blood when playing games to win.
    But you’d be first to meet somebody’s need.
    No one would dare accuse you of misdeed.
    And we complain you left this earth too soon.
    To keep you to ourselves would just be greed.
    I’m sure you’re glad up there above the moon.

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  11. […] More for the  Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild rhyme-fest […]


    • Siskins, with redpolls and goldfinches, seem like songs in motion even when you can’t hear them. What a lovely little poem, to go with the cheery little birds.

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  12. William Preston


    The old dog peers with milky eye
    across a landscape tinged with white
    as evening makes its way to night;

    she sniffs the windless winter sky
    and snorts at bits of snow below.
    In search of spots where they would go,

    the scents are scarce but, by and by,
    she wanders deep into the wood
    to find the stand where they once stood;

    she paws her spot to turn and lie,
    a place where they awaited dawn
    in times before his hand had gone.

    Her time has come, her time to die.
    At peace beneath the rising moon,
    she waits for darkness, coming soon.

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    Finally it warms!
    No more winter storms
    and everything is thawing.
    We embrace the sun.
    Soon the blooms will come
    and flowers will be growing.

    Temperatures will rise.
    Sunlight in your eyes
    and Winter’s gone to slumber.
    Spring will hold her court,
    people will resort
    to counting days ‘til Summer.



    Truly gentle giants are they,
    up in the polar air and snow.
    These reindeer know the way to go

    through the night on to Christmas Day.
    Around the world in just one night,
    gladly to undertake this flight.

    All through the year they rest and play,
    Knowing what Santa’s expecting.
    It’s all for him they’re projecting

    all through the years until this day.
    Although it comes but once a year,
    the symbol of his Christmas cheer,

    bells jingle, up, up and away,
    in the starlit night they will fly
    around the world from way up high.

    Rest assured they will be okay,
    once their adventure is all done,
    all for Santa, the Big Red One!

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  15. […] is a new one,  the last of my form poems for the rhyme prompt at Phoenix Rising, a rondeau (plural rondeaux) , a form of French poetry with 15 lines written on two rhymes.  It […]


  16. […] March wind for this week’s Poetics.   I’m still in rhyming mood after a week of rhyming for Phoenix Rising, hence today’s […]


  17. Picnic Day (Alouette)

    Picnic by a lake
    remember to take
    along a bottle of wine.
    We will row a bot
    for a time, then float
    to a quiet cove, and dine

    on aged cheddar cheese,
    french bread if you please
    with apples and Chardonnay.
    On shore take a nap
    see the sunset wrapped,
    in red shawl; end blissful day.

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  19. I’m wondering how in the whirled world it’s already Wednesday?!

    Here’s one I had fun with…

    Thank you for the inspiration with the forms, Walt.

    Smiles to all!

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