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INFORM POETS – TERZANELLE

A terzanelle is a poetic form combining aspects of the villanelle and the terza rima. It is nineteen lines total, with five triplets and a concluding quatrain. The middle line of each triplet stanza is repeated as the third line of the following stanza, and the first and third lines of the initial stanza are the second and final lines of the concluding quatrain; thus, seven of the lines are repeated in the poem. The rhyme scheme and stanzaic structure are as follows (a capitalized letter indicates a line repeated verbatim):

ABA’
bCB
cDC
dED
eFE
fAFA’

 

WALT’S TERZANELLE:

JOHN LAYS DYING

The women folk are distraught; they’re crying
for a man knocking on the door.
Their tears fall as John lays dying.

It seems that we’ve been here before,
another Christmas time in grief
for a man knocking on the door.

Death comes stealing like a thief,
taking what he wants from life,
another Christmas time in grief.
   
A hard man to figure; a husband, father to my wife,
a grandfather held in the embrace of love
taking what he wants from life.

A fervent prayer to Him above
wanting to ease his suffering, end his pain.
A grandfather held in the embrace of love
 
and I stand vigil at this time again!
The women folk are distraught; they’re crying,
wanting to ease his suffering, end his pain.
Our tears fall as John lays dying.

© Walter J. Wojtanik, 2014

***I apologize for the lateness of the form. I currently sit at Brothers of Mercy Nursing Facility in Buffalo, in the Hospice ward. We are in constant vigil for my father-in-law, John Burkowski, to draw his last breath in this life. Suffering from cancer, a brain injury, Parkinson’s, dementia and in the throes of renal failure, John continues to hold onto life with a remarkable courage. We can only wait so long until emotion gets the best of us and we seek relief. My release comes in poetic forms. This poem depicts my state.

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58 thoughts on “INFORM POETS – TERZANELLE

  1. Thoughts and hugs for you and your family, Walt.

  2. Prayers for you and your wife and her family. Such a hard time watching a loved one suffering. May the angels quickly take him from his pain. Blessings

  3. connielpeters on said:

    So sorry to hear that, Walt, I will be praying for you all.

  4. Walt, I’m so sorry. That you could find the motivation to post a prompt at such a time says a great deal for your spirit of serving this community.

  5. HOLIDAY MASKS

    It’s harder at this time of year.
    As passersby will waive or nod,
    we feign the joy of Christmas cheer.

    With heavy heart, we find we plod
    through aimless days and endless nights
    as passersby will waive or nod.

    We battle with internal fights,
    engaged in what we cannot win.
    Through aimless days and endless nights,

    we pray for things that might have been
    if only time would change the course.
    Engaged in what we cannot win,

    we know we must embrace the source
    when grief becomes our sad refrain.
    If only time would change the course.

    Although we try to hide our pain,
    it’s harder at this time of year
    when grief becomes our sad refrain
    as passersby will waive or nod.

    © Susan Schoeffield

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  7. My sympathy for your family.

  8. Hugs and prayers to you and your family, Walt!!

  9. Love and prayers for you and yours, Walt and for John…the strength to let go. ♥ Peace.

  10. ONE STEP FORWARD,
    TOO MANY STEPS BACK

    Wars have been fought since time began.
    The victors who gain the spoils?
    Eventually those countries lose it all.

    Nations live in constant tension
    Neighboring countries will attack
    The victors who gain the spoils.

    Why can’t all nations opt for peace:
    Provide for the people, and not fear
    Neighboring countries will attack?

    Perhaps it’s just an ego trip.
    Nations want to look good. They could
    Provide for the people, and not fear.

    War expenditures are so high.
    Charity should begin at home.
    Nations want to look good. They could.

    Charity should begin at home.
    Wars have been fought since time began.
    Charity should begin at home.
    Eventually those countries lose it all.

    #

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  12. Two Winged Things

    What untruth has come to perch
    in pavilion of an unknowing ear –
    what unspoken reality lies in the lurch?

    What fact is hidden by growing fear?
    Dread is fierce – a fire-breathing dragon
    in pavilion of an unknowing ear.

    Stretch of story becomes a siren
    there’s no such thing as a simple secret…
    dread is a fierce fire-breathing dragon.

    Is it merely human foible – just a weakness?
    Maybe this false-telling is an encoded trait…
    there’s no such thing as a simple secret.

    Untampered tale will find you, it’s fate –
    freedom’s found in dove’s wingbeat of peace.
    Maybe this false-telling is an encoded trait

    but dragon and dove are within reach.
    What untruth has come to perch?
    Freedom’s found in dove’s wingbeat of peace.
    What unspoken reality lies in the lurch?

    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2014

  13. Walt, Thank you for sharing this private information and emotion with us. I doubt poets feel more pain than others, but we do manage to relive it in our words. Your pain and concern for the others around you was easily read in your poem. Prayers.

    • Patricia, I am thankful for all these comments by such incredible poet-friends. We understand and feel each others pain in the words we convey. To say what is in the heart is where we all start to express the poetic beauty we all embrace. You know I tend to let it all “hang out”, why stop now!

  14. Terzanelle in B flat minor

    Impromptu intermezzo,
    evening music fills the air
    from Italianate terrazzo

    for the lonesome millionaire,
    a bittersweet reflection…
    Sorrowful music fills the air

    as smarting from rejection,
    he asks will music mend his solitude,
    in pitiful reflection.

    Deserted man in pensive mood,
    trying to forget, asks
    will music mend his solitude,

    bring back la bella Rosetta?
    Still fretting for his vanished love,
    attempting to forget

    that he’s bereft of
    impromptu intermezzo,
    still regretting his lost love
    in his millionaire palazzo.

  15. William Preston on said:

    VIGIL

    The waiting is the hardest part
    but memories can ease the way
    as one life ends and others start

    their journeys on life’s grand foray.
    The pain is real and will not go
    but memories can ease the way

    toward acceptance as they flow
    from mind to heart in blessed stream;
    the pain is real and will not go

    but neither will the fervent gleam
    that life dispenses on its course
    from mind to heart in blessed stream.

    I hear him say, “Have no remorse;
    go on, be gay, exult in all
    that life dispenses on its course.

    Just so you know, I had a ball.”
    The waiting is the hardest part.
    “Go on, be gay.” Exult in all
    as one life ends and others start.

    copyright 2014, William Preston

    You’re in my thoughts, Walt. Steady as you go.

  16. Laurie Wojtanik on said:

    As Christmas is to be the most celebrated time of the year, i myself still feel like there was something stolen from me. Not once but twice, on the same day December 20th,,20 years apart from each other. I find that a celebration of what their lives had to offer, brings me peace Another year goes by and I’m grateful to not have to go through it again, but the memory lives on and on and on….. My thoughts and prayers find their way home to you and your family ,my dear Brother, my dear Friend . Much Love.

  17. Time To Wake Up

    A way to achieve peace is,
    spend earmarked war funds here at home.
    Provide education, and food so hunger ceases.

    Enact new laws simply written, not overblown
    that everyone understands.
    Spend earmarked war funds here at home.

    We have homeless vets; take a stand.
    This is a shameful condition
    that everyone understands.

    All our people should have good nutrition;
    decent living is our citizens’ right.
    This is a shameful condition.

    When will our leaders see the light?
    Stop spending money to continue wars.
    Decent living is our citizens’ right.

    Do not send our soldiers on extra tours
    A way to achieve peace is,
    Stop spending money to continue wars.
    Provide education, and food so hunger ceases.

  18. connielpeters on said:

    Shannon Creek Park

    There was a park called Shannon Creek
    A sheltered place within the shade
    There was a park called Shannon Creek

    The memories have come to fade
    Those times when I was just a kid
    A sheltered place within the shade

    I think of all the things we did
    We swam and fished and played all day
    Those times when I was just a kid

    With country music on display
    And horseshoes ringing in the air
    We swam and fished and played all day

    Small children swinging, with no care
    The hot dogs sizzling on the grill
    And horseshoes ringing in the air

    Of fun and food we had our fill
    There was a park called Shannon Creek
    The hot dogs sizzling on the grill
    There was a park called Shannon Creek

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