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:
http://poeticbloomings.com/poetic-bloomings/in-form-poet/
ALOUETTE:
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.
CONSTANZA:
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.
DIZAIN:
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.
RONDEAU:
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:
A-A-B-B-A
A-A-B-A(R)
A-A-B-B-A-A(R)
TRIOLET:
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)
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!
Alouette
https://swimspoems.wordpress.com/2015/03/15/winters-spent/
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Wow. Wonderful rhymes.
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Thanks William
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Impressed by how you mastered the alouette!
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Nice one. Wonderful rhymes.
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lovely, Viv
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Great rhyming words, Debi
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SPRINGTIME ON THE HIGH DESERT
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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When colors kiss the ground again… yes, please.
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Love this colorful triolet, which conveys images of repair and renewal.
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A real poetic statement – something I find difficult in form poetry.
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Sounds very Irish. I like it.
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I love the wonderful flow of words, William.
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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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a smile awaits behind the tears,
See, glee resides beside the fears,… I’ll take those sweet promises.
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Thanks, georgeplace!
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I love this. The triolet is a perfect form for your content, a bit like a villanelle.
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Thanks, Viv.
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I love this, especially “glee resides beside the fears.”
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Thanks, William!
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Sounds like good advice. Good one.
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A triolet used perfectly. I love the first line.
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For me, this speaks to the wisdom that we can glean from the shadows…embracing the dark side. Thoughtful poem.
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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
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I just started writing and completely forgot about the rhyming. But, it is a recent event in my life.
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Your free verse is effective for expressing emotion. Why not have another go sticking to the form, and see which works best for you?
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Earl, Your poem is a bit scary. Hope things are better with your health.
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For me, rhyme would dilute this poem. It is highly effective as is, in my view.
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I’m glad they pushed the grim reaper away. Wonderful description of a scary experience.
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[…] Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild (offshoot of much-missed Poetic Bloomings and Creative Bloomings) is currently focusing on rhyme. […]
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My first three: https://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2015/03/16/more-about-rhyme/
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As Lawrence Welk used to say, amidst the bubbles, wunnerful, wunnerful.
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{ like them all, Viv but can so relate to the Constanza
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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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This is perfect: short, sweet, and touching.
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Very touching… I like your last line, no pity just dignity.
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Well done, Connie.
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COMPARISON
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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It occurs to me that “molars” would work better than “cuspids.” Oh, well….
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Yes, to molars. There’s no comparing a pear with a poem. I like both,and one feeds the body, the other the soul.
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Chuckles! What about the poor Comice pear?
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Cuspids work for me also because you are repeating the ‘p’ sound so I think it is a win either way. Lovely pears – you do them proud.
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Fun one
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AN ALOUETTE IN APRIL
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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William, Superb.
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You’re on a roll, William.
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Incredible, William. I heard it as a song.
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RETURN OF THE RED-WINGS
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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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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This is so heart-warming, and I especially love that last line.
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Beautifully written, Connie.
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[…] More for the Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild rhyme-fest […]
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Second instalment, the triolet: https://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2015/03/17/triolet-the-song-2/
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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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Absolutely love it!
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THE LAST TRAIL
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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William, this black-and-white poem will stay with me. There is a gentle coming-to-terms quality to it, “as evening makes its way to night.”
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Oh goodness…this tugs at my dog loving heart fiercely…so beautiful, William…that’s how I want to go, too…in nature near the hand of a loved one. 🙂
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COMES THE THAW
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.
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Hooray! It was a real Spring day here yesterday – in the garden with no coat on!
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Joyfully envious, Viv! Hooray, indeed!
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This has the feel of a medieval song, almost a round. It reminds me of The Flower Carol.
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Love this, form and content, particularly the ending — yes, regardless, we tend to always count days ’til…
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REINDEER FLY
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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This made me chuckle, then chortle. The title had me thinking of flies, and the ending, of soldiers., and all between, sheer delight.
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No mistaking who Santa Claus is!
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😀
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[…] 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 […]
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Last of the group, the Rondeau: https://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2015/03/18/rebirth-a-rondeau/
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Your liberties add to the delight. Thank you.
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[…] March wind for this week’s Poetics. I’m still in rhyming mood after a week of rhyming for Phoenix Rising, hence today’s […]
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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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Sounds utterly delicious on many levels…love the use of the shawl…so befitting!
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This works very well: I’m salivating.
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Can see myself there. Lovely!
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[…] PRPG- THE REASON FOR RHYME – RHYMING POETIC FORMS […]
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I’m wondering how in the whirled world it’s already Wednesday?!
Here’s one I had fun with…
https://wordrustling.wordpress.com/2015/03/18/drawn-3/
Thank you for the inspiration with the forms, Walt.
Smiles to all!
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I have the feeling of colors emerging from the egg. Lovely.
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Beautiful and hopeful.
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