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IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – 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)

MARIE’S RONDEAU:

SO WRITE ME ONE (a rondeau)

So write me one – a great rondeau,
Just like the one you wrote below
And others you will surely write
While you’re awake into the night
As off to beddy-bye I go.

For as for me, my words won’t flow
At times it seems they are my foe
Elusive, they, and impolite.
So – write me one?

It would be brilliant. This I know.
Your muse would speak; your poem would grow.
What I should do is just sit tight
And wait for you to write tonight
As goodness knows I’m no Thoreau,
So write me one.
😉

© Copyright – Marie Elena – 2012

WALT’S RONDEAU:

(The Truth About) NAUGHTY OR NICE

I’ve made a list and checked it twice,
some were naughty and some were nice.
Naughty ones could get a reprieve
depends how strongly they believe.
I think one more glance should suffice.

Here in the land of snow and ice,
the tally kept should be precise,
I have no reason to deceive –
I’ve made a list!

The nice ones never pay the price;
and the naughty never think twice.
Excuse me if I sound naive –
I am Santa Claus; I believe!
so listen all to my advice:
“I’ve made a list”!

© Copyright – Santa Claus 2012

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49 thoughts on “IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – RONDEAU

  1. Marjory M Thompson (MMT) on said:

    Shouldn’t that very first line be just a A and not A(R)?

    This should make the ryhming world happy. 🙂

    Both poems, Marie (your tongue in cheek) and Walt (Need to get past Thanksgiving!) are very well done, and fun to read.

  2. Wow! Walt and Marie, great poems! I enjoyed reading them. 🙂

  3. Time Slips Away

    Time slips away, day succeeds day;
    Night turns morning, from black to gray,
    And then from gray to brightest gold.
    Everything’s changing, young and old,
    So why do I still feel this way?

    Time is supposed to heal wounds, yes?
    It seems to me they don’t hurt less.
    A little dulled perhaps, and still
    Time slips away.

    And time goes on and on and on,
    And now it’s just begun to dawn
    On me that this was meant to be;
    God has a plan, unknown to me,
    His love pours out, although you’re gone;
    Time slips away.

  4. Marie, what fun – you naughty girl turning it over to us to get your irons out of the fire! Walt – always naughty in a nice way! Erinkay, you have given me pause for thought with your beautiful rondeau.

  5. Henrietta Choplin on said:

    Walt and Meg: fun!!

  6. Henrietta Choplin on said:

    … Viv…. you surprise me 🙂 !

  7. Henrietta Choplin on said:

    “… So why do I still feel this way?” Oh Erin… me too… ❤ !!

  8. Lullaby

    The landscape sleeps; its umber sigh
    Flows to the border of the sky
    It stirs the mind to reminisce
    And revel in a memory’s kiss
    Where precious moments lie

    The tears that fell from autumn’s eye
    Lines curbs and ditches; we descry
    The postlude of October’s bliss
    The landscape sleeps

    We cannot gather days gone by
    See; even now soft moments fly
    To line a vast phantom abyss
    For soon the past is what now is
    A sweet and winsome lullaby
    The landscape sleeps

  9. hedquarters@comcast.net on said:

    Good morning Marie and Walt!!

    I have a quick question. How do we get a book on the bookshelf at the PB site? I published a book last year. Natural Musings. It can be found at amazon and on my blog.

    http://www.amazon.com/Natural-Musings-Michelle-R-K-Hed/dp/1463677138/ref=sr_1_8?ie=UTF8&qid=1353518225&sr=8-8&keywords=natural+musings

    Thanks! Michelle

  10. I planned on using the rondeau for the PA poem today so I came on here to get the instructions and here it is. Cool!

    Grace Changes Everything

    Grace changes everything, I know.
    Trials and troubles come and go.
    We wonder why we’re in pain.
    There’s a reason for the rain.
    In drought, plants can’t grow.

    God’s outrageous love is the loam
    Where roots stay firm when winds blow.
    No matter life’s terrain,
    Grace changes everything.

    When seeds are planted row by row,
    it appears nothing is below.
    But through faith we attain
    as we go from seed to grain.
    He produces joy from our woe.
    Grace changes everything.

    Play list:
    Grace Changes Everything by Jamie Slocum
    There’s a Reason for the Rain by Jamie Thiettan
    Outrageous Love by Krissy Nordhoff

    • Incredible and wonderful! Your talent and the message:) All is grace. Thank-you for sharing.

    • Andra Negroiu on said:

      Connie, this is a very important message – having grace in your life is definitely something to be thankful for. Incidentally, I tried to write about roughly the same theme and ended up with a triolet – so I had to change my approach into something more lighthearted, I guess.

    • Henrietta Choplin on said:

      … yesss… grace…

  11. A little foolishness as the bird-stuffing games continue. Hope your Thanksgiving Day is thankful and lovely.

    The Stuffing

    Please stuff this bird—and pack it tight
    We’re going to bake it Late tonight,
    We’ll hear it sizzle on the morn
    And I don’t like to toot my horn
    But it will be a golden sight.

    Your mother thinks I look a fright,
    but fine food always sets things right;
    ( She says it’s culinary porn!)
    Please stuff this bird.

    The pies and puddings bring delight,
    The smells and warmth are lovely, bright,
    Though both my ears are filled with scorn,
    We’ll feast and feel glad we were born.
    Just shut your mother up, all right?
    Please, stuff this bird!

  12. Hi, all! This is my little, lighthearted attempt:

    Baggage Claim

    I’ll take in frail, abandoned books
    and wet black cats with wistful looks.
    I cling to tiny things that crawl
    and claim each sea-reflecting shawl
    and aprons fit for twenty cooks.

    My feet have played with romping brooks
    and know them by their nooks and crooks.
    So at the end, this shall be all
    I’ll take.

    Stuffed dogs, my heart’s ingenuous crooks,
    clay earrings hung from knitted hooks,
    my loved and hairless firstborn doll
    and poems writ’ in antlike scrawl
    might too, be added to that all
    I’ll take.

    © Andra-Teodora Negroiu, 2012

  13. “Thanksgiving”

    There’s still my hunger to allay.
    I’ll not be satisfied with trays
    of turkey browning in its juice
    or mashed potatoes-gravy boost
    or potholes made in dressing’s bay.

    The candles flicker and they play
    on strangers I’ve known for a day.
    White tables dressed with holly-spruce.
    There’s still my hunger to allay.

    The servers come and then they say:
    “Need take-out platter sent your way?”
    Another plate piled high and loose;
    more sauces dripping on the goose.
    My family’s not here today.
    There’s still my hunger to allay.

  14. Thankful For

    At the dawn of Thanksgiving Day
    think of all the things you would say
    to family or friends gone too soon.
    Pick up a glass, tap with a spoon,
    toast them, thank them for parts they played

    in enriching your life in countless ways,
    unaware how they coaxed smiles from gray,
    changing your mood, changing our tune.
    Thankful this day.

    To Dad who taught me that I may
    pursue my dreams in any way.
    To a cousin whose goodness could not be impugned
    and her Spanish coffee that made me swoon.
    Wish all of you were here today.
    Thankful this day.

  15. oops! Third line of second stanza, should read, `changing your mood, changing your tune.’

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