The Rondelet is a French poetry form meaning “round.” It is one seven-line stanza with a 3-peat refrain, using only two rhymes. Each line has 8 syllables, and each refrain has 4 syllables with a pattern of 4/8/4/8/8/8/4. The refrain lines may be varied with punctuation use, but must use the exact same words. The rhyme scheme (with refrain) is A/b/A/a/b/b/A.
MARIE ELENA’S EXAMPLE:
STANDARD DEVIATION
I spoiled the curve.
Exactly like wrecking a bell,
I spoiled the curve.
Sneaking a sweet or hors d’oeuvre,
Expanding either side (oh swell)
Building fat cell after fat cell,
I spoiled the curve.
© Copyright – Marie Elena Good – 2012
WALT’S ATTEMPT:
THE JOY OF LIFE
The joy of life
fills our hearts with love and much more.
The joy of life;
the love of my daughters and wife.
Their beauty opens every door
and new adventures are in store.
The joy of life.
© Copyright – Walter J. Wojtanik 2012
POETIC BLOOMINGS 
Responses
Marie, you’ve written my besetting sin! Walt, this is heart-warming.
RONDELET
in the forest
three happy boys game for a spree
in the forest
see who dares to go the furthest
into danger creep the three
dauntless youngsters, facing peril
in the forest
This one’s not new, and was inspired by a picture, which is on my blog at http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2011/09/01/rondelet/
Ooh! I love it!
How fun, Viv missed your poeming. 🙂
Hi Viv! I hope you are well <3!!! I loved the pic and the poem!! 🙂 !
Welcome home, Viv! So good to see you at the top here. It isn’t the same without you. 🙂
Marie Elena
So good to see you here, Viv. I love this piece. It tells a story that one can envision.
Welcome home.
Your Smile Has an Effect on Me
I start to play,
My heart pounding, my hands shaking,
I start to play.
I just know I’ll mess up today.
Then I look at you; you’re smiling.
You can do it, your eyes saying;
I start to play.
NEW LINE #4 🙂
“I know I’ll NOT mess up today”
{What do you play?}
I play the synth in church. This poem is about my first time doing it. I was so overwhelmed and nervous, but I got a lot of encouragement. 🙂
Good… 🙂
Thank you for the music…
Aww… ❤ !!
Lovely, Marjory. No need to apologize for this one, if you ask me.
Thanks Claudsy
You’re welcome.
Good for you, Erin. Take encouragement from each source and keep going. That’s what we all do in the end anyway. Liked it.
Marie and Walt – You both hit “So True” situations in your poems. :0 🙂
PS I like the snow at the top of the page.
Me too… I am soo ready for snow!!
I was trying to ‘Fix’ a Triolet that had gone amuck -This works better. 🙂
WHEN HE IS GONE Rondelet
When he is gone
my thoughts of him will linger still.
When he is gone
I’ll watch the clock mark off the day.
remembering how time stood still
and he my life just seemed to fill.
When he is gone
CORRECTION MY LINE #4 (Got my ‘A’s’ mixed up between Triolet and Rondelet)
WHEN HE IS GONE Rondelet
When he is gone
my thoughts of him will linger still.
When he is gone
I’ll sing again what was our song,
remembering how time stood still
and he, my life just seemed to fill,
When he is gone
I remember us all writing these When he is Gone poems. Yours is beautifully converted to the rondelet.
🙂 Thanks, I really love learning all the new forms. Seems there is no end to them.
Walt aims to please! 😀
Marie Elena
🙂 🙂
Beautifully done, Marjory.
Thank You Sara
… this… is… Lovely… ~ ❤ ~
❤ 🙂
Meg: funny one! Walt: sweetness for your girls!
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com.au/2012/12/rain.html
I had a try. This form has a lovely lilt t it.
A lovely poem, Rinkly. I’ve known a few of those days and times in my life and was taken back immediately for another view through your words. Thank you.
The Longest Journey
In a manger
Crowded streets yet still alone lay
In a manger
Wide eyed babe mom shields from danger
Almighty God enrobed in hay
Angels and a sabered star say
In a manger.
Lovely and so well done for the season.
For sure.
A “wish I’d written it.” Beautiful, Kevin.
Marie Elena
“In a manger…” I have always loved those three words…!
In the Company of God
In His presence
The upside-down becomes upright
In His presence
Belief so small becomes immense
And darkness flees inviting light
Boldness appears instead of fright
In His presence
Oh, marvelous, Connie. This should become part of a hymn. Thank you.
“In His presence…”
all things are possible.
I find it just delightful that yours follows Kevin’s, Connie. Excellent!
Marie Elena
!!Yes!!
Room with a View
Through the window,
chaos is quiet on the street.
Through the window,
I watch, I think, I see, I know
lawlessness, the brink of defeat
for freedom, for peace. I retreat
through the window.
So many of us do this, I think. This is a good reminder for us all. Good one.
Thanks, Claudsy.
You’re welcome.
Forgive me if my brain escapes me (happens often), but have we seen you here before? Your words are fabulous, lorwynd. Welcome to Poetic Bloomings, and we certainly hope to hear your voice more often.
Marie Elena
Hey, Marie, this is my primary account alias on WordPress. This is my first time posting on Poetic Bloomings. Walt added me to the PB FaceBook group so I saw the post about this prompt and gave it a whirl. You’re more used to seeing me post by my other alias: Rob Halpin. Okay, that’s actually my name, not an alias. Anyway, I guess this means two poems a week on Wednesdays, huh? Here and Poetic Asides. I’m glad you liked my first poem here. 🙂
ROB!! Way cool! Two poems on Wednesday, and one on Sunday. 😉 Ah, the life of a poet!
Marie Elena
One on Sunday? You post a prompt on Sundays? Cool.
Prompt on Sunday mornings, and then Walt and I each choose one poem from those posted through the week to highlight on Saturdays. We have tons of fun out here!
Cool! Looking forward to joining the fun!
I can relate!
I love `chaos is quiet on the street’. Wonderful poem!
I have to admit that I haven’t done one of these that I can remember; but then there are so many I’ve not done before. This was a great little exercise, Walt and Marie. For whatever reason, I had to play with it and have fun, too. Hope you enjoy.
Fishing
Upon a hook
Rode a brown trout, massive in size
Upon a hook;
Coming from such a lowly brook,
It should have been no great surprise,
To have my ego fantasize
Upon a hook.
my type of fun fantasy, and makes a good fish tale as well !!
Thanks. It was one of those fun ones that doesn’t come to me often but one that wouldn’t be denied. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Delightful little story you spin!
Thanks, Marjory. I felt like something light today.
I need to show Keith this one, Clauds! 😀
Marie Elena
I hope he enjoys it, Marie. BTW, has he tripped to the realization that he’s a published photographer with a book cover under his belt? Jo wanted to know. Kudos for him.
Oh … no, Clauds. The cover is not one of his photos. 😦 But he has a photo inside.
Marie Elena
Sorry for the misunderstanding. I was sure those yellow blossoms were his. Still, he is now published. We’re glad.
She Throws Him Out Like an Old Candy Wrapper
Needing a hug,
hunger fights for its rightful place.
Needing a hug,
no therapeutic masking drug,
nor melting caramel tongue embrace,
fills her longing, desolate space
needing a hug.
WOW. Powerful stuff, this. Kudos and hugs, Patricia.
Marie Elena
Hugs are so cool – needed – wanted – free to give – pass-on-able.
Here is a BIG HUG for you.
And one from me too, Patricia!
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Treasure Hunt
( A Rondelet )
seeking treasure
kindness spent is never unsound
seeking treasure
failure known will cause displeasure
till we must and furrow the ground
till what we seek is what is found
seeking treasure
© ~ Randy Bell ~ 2012
So good to see your work here again too, Randy!
Marie Elena
Hi Cloud!! Loved: “…kindness spent is never unsound…” :)!!
Thank You Hen !
BATTLEFIELD
Inside my mind
creative fights with not today
Inside my mind
live dragons who are most unkind
and dark insists it will hold sway,
won’t count the beasts that I might slay
Inside my mind
IN IT FOR THE LONG HAUL
We stayed the course
through sad, bad and, goodness – who knows
We stayed the course
not sure ours was a winning horse
We stayed the course
we held on tight through to’s and fro’s
and bumpy times, unsteady roads
We stayed the course.
“We stayed the course.”
Sometimes that is all that is asked of us. 🙂
Yes… and when all is said and done… you may find that you can sleep deeply and peacefully, knowing that you both “stayed the course”… !!
The second is my favorite.
Traditions
When voices sing,
somehow the world seems right at last;
when voices sing,
we send our love out wandering
under the sun, in snowy blast.
Christmas lights both present and past,
when voices sing.
🙂
good one Jane – very seasonal and made me smile too …
!! 🙂 !
After the Recital
Just take a bow.
You’re done, so just get over it.
Just take a bow.
I realize you feel stupid now,
But get it done so you can sit,
And then go home and have a fit.
Just take a bow.
Memories! 🙂
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It’s a gray old afternoon.
Within Sight
A cedar tree:
I see it from this winter slope,
a cedar tree,
green as mistletoe or holly
against the gray maples and oaks
like a promise. Or love. Or hope.
A cedar tree.
a sweet melancholy; not maudlin…but nice…memorable.
“… like a promise. Or love. Or hope…” Lovely…
Acceptance
Try to clench my jaw and accept
the new person she has become.
Try to clench my jaw and accept
words she utters, and not reject
those things she thinks are real, that hum
in her head, because she’s still Mom.
Try to clench my jaw and accept.
It comes with the territory – Once a Mom, always a Mom – however the parent and child may morph over the years. 🙂
Hard to do, isn’t is Sara? Well expressed in this wee poem …
Thanks, Sharon.
This is a mighty fun form. Thanks for posting, Marie and Walt!
Releasing the Kracken
I let ’em go.
The ways I weighed her words inside.
I let ’em go.
Knee-jerk responses: “Sure.” “I know.”
I let ’em go, did not ask why
I let her move me so; just sighed;
I let ’em go.
Love it!
Welcome, Mr. Dilettante! Great start to what we hope will be a long-standing relationship here.
Marie Elena
This is very cool Mr.D – nice to see a new poet in the garden as well …
Hear, Hear, Welcome to the garden.
Why I Can’t Clean the Den
Cat in a box.
She knows she is giving me fits.
Cat in a box.
I try to move her, and she locks
eyes with me. She knows where she sits
is in my way. The little twit.
Cat in a box.
They do have their own ideas….
Don’t they?! And they won’t walk willingly on a dang leash :)!
Sorry to be so tardy; I am still recovering from November PAD, and couldn’t manage two prompts in one day. Thanks for hosting, Walt & Marie!
So good to see you out here, Sonja! Love your Rondelet. 😀
All these newbies! I’m lovin’ it!
Marie Elena
I like it here. No gremlins…
Depends on what you call gremlins. We do have a roaming Walt…
😉
🙂
LOL! (I think I just woke my neighbors!)
Where Music Lives
Where music lives.
There must be a place inside me
Where music lives,
Where music dwells and grows and thrives.
It’s a part of me, I really
Think there is a place, there must be,
Where music lives.
I think it is a BIG part of you. Something wonderful to have.
Yes!
Love this Erin!
“Warning”
Hear the train!
On the edge he teeters and falls…
Hear the train!
A mournful cry and then refrain
But all stare frozen; logic stalls…
Just seconds left before death calls:
Hear the train!
(a photographer took a picture of the poor soul this am as he was trying to climb up and off the tracks after being pushed and not one person among a group of people standing there went to his aid! He died instantly)
“…he was trying to climb up and off…”
I did not hear that part!
The people there ….Why couldn’t someone help?
Afraid for their own lives?
That’s appalling – both that it happened in the first place and then that no-one went to his aid … I’ll bet there will be a lot of folks suffering from nightmares over this (I would hope so, in any case) – I always feel sorry for the engineers of trains in these events, no hope of stopping and they’re usually hugely affected from what I understand …
😦 !!!!
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