|
|
|
Rondeau, Poetic Form Exercise |
|
|
|
Aug 30 03, 09:33
|
Mosaic Master
Group: Administrator
Posts: 18,892
Joined: 1-August 03
From: Massachusetts
Member No.: 2
Real Name: Lori Kanter
Writer of: Poetry & Prose
Referred By:Imhotep
|
The Rondeau consists of three stanzas, a quintet (5 lines), a quatrain (4 lines) and a sestet (6 lines), making the poem a total of 15 lines.
The first phrase of the first line usually sets the refrain ®, but sometimes the refrain can be the whole of the first line. The structure is:
line 1 - a ®(normally the first phrase is the refrain) line 2 - a line 3 - b line 4 - b line 5 - a
line 6 - a line 7 - a line 8 - b line 9 - R
line 10 - a line 11 - a line 12 - b line 13 - b line 14 - a line 15 - R
The meter is considered be open and the French style is not bound by a rhyming pattern and also is more of a light and buoyant even "flashy" form of poetry which uses short lines. The English style however, is much more dour and serious, even meditative and uses tetrameter or pentameter.
An excellent example of the English Rondeau form by Lt. Col. John McCrae, M.D., 1872-1918 follows:
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
······· ·······
"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
|
|
|
|
|
Oct 27 03, 07:48
|
Group: Gold Member
Posts: 19,130
Joined: 2-August 03
From: Southwest New Jersey, USA
Member No.: 6
Real Name: Daniel J Ricketts, Sr.
Writer of: Poetry
Referred By:Lori
|
Hey, LorII, here's the only one I've ever written:
His Guilt’s Assumed
His guilt’s assumed, perhaps because you watched his lows reveal dark flaws more clearly than before – a door locked tight produced his sophomore repeated, scratching . . . raw forepaws.
All gilt’s consumed by frantic claws reacting to some inner laws that bring survival to the fore; his guilt’s assumed.
But whose the guilt? Is it for cause? Why all this need for tape and gauze? perhaps someone, something before? some feeling triggered you forswore? Bind up the heart; clench fists and jaws. His guilt’s assumed.
©Lt. Col. Daniel J Ricketts 10 Aug 2003
······· ·······
|
|
|
|
|
Mar 2 04, 18:24
|
Mosaic Master
Group: Administrator
Posts: 18,892
Joined: 1-August 03
From: Massachusetts
Member No.: 2
Real Name: Lori Kanter
Writer of: Poetry & Prose
Referred By:Imhotep
|
Wow Daniel!
This is GREAT! I can't believe I missed this one until now! :(
~Cleo
······· ·······
"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
|
|
|
|
|
Mar 2 04, 18:25
|
Mosaic Master
Group: Administrator
Posts: 18,892
Joined: 1-August 03
From: Massachusetts
Member No.: 2
Real Name: Lori Kanter
Writer of: Poetry & Prose
Referred By:Imhotep
|
In Fields of Green
In fields of green the clover grow between the flakes of fallen snow, that rest upon a glistened sight the eyes of March shall so delight, the birth of Springtime’s tinted glow.
Hold fast to hope; winter’s let go of icy grip on roots below, to rest in hibernation’s night in fields of green.
It’s time to wake the hungry crow for March arrives, and flowers grow, among the flakes of melting white in clover’s crops of sprawling might where seeds of love and life will sow in fields of green.
© 2004 Lorraine M Kanter All rights reserved as an unpublished work
······· ·······
"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
|
|
|
|
|
Mar 14 04, 12:18
|
Mosaic Master
Group: Administrator
Posts: 18,892
Joined: 1-August 03
From: Massachusetts
Member No.: 2
Real Name: Lori Kanter
Writer of: Poetry & Prose
Referred By:Imhotep
|
In Fields of Gold
In fields of gold, the tulips sing refrains of rebirths infant Spring, a dance of daffodils unfold and lean to Iceland poppies hold on hibernation’s bygone cling.
A dawn of Dwarf Iris offspring lend laughter to an Irish fling as leprechauns of March enfold in fields of gold.
Old Emerald isle legends bring a patron saint with shamrock ring whose blessings are forever told; corned beef and cabbage, meals of old lend truth to Springtime laughter’s zing in fields of gold.
© 2004 Lorraine M Kanter
······· ·······
"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
|
|
|
|
Guest_Cathy_*
|
Nov 16 04, 11:57
|
Guest
|
~O'er Meadows Green~ by Cathy Bollhoefer
O'er meadows green unicorns graze, blue skies above, the sun's ablaze. A fairytale dragon on wings does fly and bumble bees adrift on a sigh, seeking nectar in the floral maze.
Pegasus soar in winged display illuminated by sun's bright rays, amongst the clouds, oh so high o'er meadows green.
Amidst the flowers a ladybug plays, offering nature abundant praise for the luscious array, petals shy that open wide to please the eye, a beauty that will truly amaze o'er meadows green.
copyright Nov2004 Cathy Bollhoefer All rights reserved as an unpublished work
.
|
|
|
|
|
Dec 3 04, 10:18
|
Group: Platinum Member
Posts: 1,802
Joined: 24-April 04
From: Connecticut
Member No.: 58
Real Name: Ron Jones
Writer of: Poetry
|
Dear Dan, Cleo, Cathy, These rondeaus are fun, aren't they? Up to recently I knew of neither the rondeau nor of the swap quatrain except for "Flander's". I think I could enjoy reading a whole chapbook of them, especially if they're of your quality. Cheers, jgd
······· ·······
|
|
|
|
|
Dec 3 04, 10:33
|
Group: Platinum Member
Posts: 1,802
Joined: 24-April 04
From: Connecticut
Member No.: 58
Real Name: Ron Jones
Writer of: Poetry
|
The rondeau speaks with rolling pace, With beat and rhyme we all embrace. Its kissin' cousin, "quatrain swap", Inversion out, this po'm's a flop! No, neither one would I erase.
I fear sometimes that I write base, But if my words are no disgrace On either one I'd claim as "top", The rondeau speaks.
But so do S. Q's. state their case And they are equal in my race. The beat for both, a hop and plop And coupled rhymes they sometimes swap. Though sonnets be the poet's "all", The rondeau speaks.
······· ·······
|
|
|
|
|
Feb 15 05, 14:54
|
Group: Gold Member
Posts: 19,130
Joined: 2-August 03
From: Southwest New Jersey, USA
Member No.: 6
Real Name: Daniel J Ricketts, Sr.
Writer of: Poetry
Referred By:Lori
|
I see I'd missed some fun rollicking through the fields with y'all...
so here's a little lamb engaged in it, while...
Pulling Wool Over Ewe’s Eyes
A lamb who lies around all day complaining that the shepherd may not be quite right to lead the flock and fills the fields with his trash talk does not see his own disarray.
He wanders off to find a way to spend his time in foolish play. "Baa, humbug," he. "This troupe's a crock." A lamb who lies...
to his own self that he’s okay, turns black and white to shades of grey, diverts attention with his mock of other sheep; he loves to knock their good... becomes, through growing fray, a lamb who lies.
© Daniel J Ricketts 15 Feb 2005
······· ·······
|
|
|
|
|
Feb 19 05, 07:59
|
Group: Platinum Member
Posts: 1,802
Joined: 24-April 04
From: Connecticut
Member No.: 58
Real Name: Ron Jones
Writer of: Poetry
|
Dear Daniel, I believe I commented on this one elsewhere. To repeat what I said there, I like rondeaus!
I love this verse a rondeau fills demanding all poetic skills, as well as concepts of the soul. The bards alone we should extol. The best of thought the bard instills.
No poetry is borne by pills, no depth of feeling's in mere frills. Let mastery fill bardian bowl. I love this verse.
Though poetry won't pay my bills and skeptics laugh and give me chills. To entertain I've set my goal and I have words to sate a scroll, because with wisdom my heart fills. I love this verse!
······· ·······
|
|
|
|
|
Jul 20 05, 12:36
|
Group: Gold Member
Posts: 19,130
Joined: 2-August 03
From: Southwest New Jersey, USA
Member No.: 6
Real Name: Daniel J Ricketts, Sr.
Writer of: Poetry
Referred By:Lori
|
...and I love this verse too, Ron! Thanks for the read, immensely.
Cathy's comments in the crit forum brought me back here again and prompted me to write another. I'd actually started to write it about rondeau as you did, but I was diverted along the way and have gone a totally different direction.
I do hope it makes some sense. I've abandoned the more common Iambic Tetrameter of the English version and resorted to IP in this one:
What’s the Rush
Rush more?... or bust a gut to carve a place of prominence, where all can see your face held high through storms of conflict, winds of change, long nights of loneliness out on the range, where bright stars wink, yet urge you slow the pace?
Why all the hurry? Will not time efface accomplishments and glory, e’en erase your scribbled memos? Shout, if you’re deranged “Rushmore or bust!”
Your life-book’s written — not your works, but grace He’s lavished on you as you’ve run your race afoul, unkempt with unattended mange; He’s nudging you: slow down and rearrange your goals; enjoy the sights; anew embrace, “Rushmore or bust!”
© MLee Dickens’son 20 July 2005
······· ·······
|
|
|
|
Guest_Cathy_*
|
Jul 20 05, 14:41
|
Guest
|
Hey Daniel!
We live in such a fast-paced life that we need to be reminded to slow down. I like this and the meter! LOL
Cathy
|
|
|
|
|
Jul 20 05, 14:46
|
Group: Platinum Member
Posts: 1,802
Joined: 24-April 04
From: Connecticut
Member No.: 58
Real Name: Ron Jones
Writer of: Poetry
|
Dear Daniel, Your adding that twist re Rushmore/rush more makes it difficult to post something after yours! Truly a priceless piece you have there.
A Punditty Rondeau
Much fun the pun when once it's spoke, the lowest form of verser's joke... I'd rush no more to fire its glow and use it here but yet, although, I fear I know I will provoke
a reader, who like other folk will say "your head is there to soak", despite the fact that this is so, much fun the pun.
A little fun I just might poke, if I remove this self thought yoke. If on your face I would bestow, a smile and laugh to you might flow. It's too late now, it's my last stroke! Much fun the pun...
······· ·······
|
|
|
|
|
Jul 23 05, 07:35
|
Mosaic Master
Group: Administrator
Posts: 18,892
Joined: 1-August 03
From: Massachusetts
Member No.: 2
Real Name: Lori Kanter
Writer of: Poetry & Prose
Referred By:Imhotep
|
Well done Ron!
A loving tribute!
~Cleo
······· ·······
"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
|
|
|
|
|
Jul 26 05, 10:25
|
Group: Gold Member
Posts: 19,130
Joined: 2-August 03
From: Southwest New Jersey, USA
Member No.: 6
Real Name: Daniel J Ricketts, Sr.
Writer of: Poetry
Referred By:Lori
|
hmmm, well!
That deserves a riposte, Ron...
and please note that my tongue is lodged firmly in my cheek!
A Tribute, This?
A tribute, this of me you’ve writ proclaiming pun’s unworthy wit? that it’s the lowest kind of joke? So is it true that poet folk attribute this to so much spit?
To play with words, I love to sit with pen in hand, I must admit, but am I but a bumblin’ bloke? A tribute, this?
Attribute to my words a bit of savvy here and there; admit that fact. It would not make you choke! Perhaps you’ll find my smile to cloak wry wisdom parceled bit by bit. Ya think ya could… (if yes, do it) …attribute this?
© Daniel J Ricketts 26 July 2005
······· ·······
|
|
|
|
|
May 24 06, 17:03
|
Group: Gold Member
Posts: 19,130
Joined: 2-August 03
From: Southwest New Jersey, USA
Member No.: 6
Real Name: Daniel J Ricketts, Sr.
Writer of: Poetry
Referred By:Lori
|
In Waiting Rooms
In waiting rooms you have no clue what scenes your bouncing orbs may view, strange squeaks or snorts your ears may hear nor to which germs you're drawing near… how your longsuffering slips, askew.
Kids suck on magazines or spew on chairs and toys while Mother stews with them… but can’t get off her rear in waiting rooms.
I look away and write to you or try to sleep… but it's a zoo; in comes a guy who's slipped a gear, disoriented in each sphere... Big Momma's sweetie's turning blue in waiting rooms.
© MLee Dickens'son 24 May 2006
······· ·······
|
|
|
|
|
May 25 06, 05:32
|
Mosaic Master
Group: Administrator
Posts: 18,892
Joined: 1-August 03
From: Massachusetts
Member No.: 2
Real Name: Lori Kanter
Writer of: Poetry & Prose
Referred By:Imhotep
|
QUOTE (JustDaniel @ May 24 06, 18:03 ) In Waiting Rooms
In waiting rooms you have no clue what scenes your bouncing orbs may view, Well versed Daniel! I especially enjoyed the opening because it makes me think of all the things I see whilst waiting for the "We're ready Lorraine" comment in the waiting room for my radiation treatments.
······· ·······
"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
|
|
|
|
|
Jul 14 06, 10:59
|
Group: Gold Member
Posts: 19,130
Joined: 2-August 03
From: Southwest New Jersey, USA
Member No.: 6
Real Name: Daniel J Ricketts, Sr.
Writer of: Poetry
Referred By:Lori
|
When You See Rhyme
When you see rhyme, you think I’d be a better poet writing free of meter? Even when I’m beat, a rhythm stirs my aching feet to tap, old joints to sway; you see?
It’s part of you; it’s part of me, not merely sing-song. Give some lee- way to its flow; don’t self-defeat when you see rhyme.
Don’t shove the ancient forms asea or waterlog my poetry dismissing it before you greet its art or wit or wry conceit enfolding wisdom. That’s my plea when you see rhyme.
© MLee Dickens'son 14 July 2006
······· ·······
|
|
|
|
|
Jul 14 06, 11:27
|
Mosaic Master
Group: Administrator
Posts: 18,892
Joined: 1-August 03
From: Massachusetts
Member No.: 2
Real Name: Lori Kanter
Writer of: Poetry & Prose
Referred By:Imhotep
|
······· ·······
"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
|
|
|
|
|
Jul 16 06, 15:03
|
Group: Gold Member
Posts: 19,130
Joined: 2-August 03
From: Southwest New Jersey, USA
Member No.: 6
Real Name: Daniel J Ricketts, Sr.
Writer of: Poetry
Referred By:Lori
|
Thanks, Lori... and here's one I've been kicking around since this morning: It’s easier to disappear than face some conflict that I fear… ignore a force that’s crushing me… imagine that my life is free inside a place where I can’t hear
the din or feel the atmosphere of pain, or taste a salty tear, hid snug beneath my willow tree. It’s easier.
Reality, alas, has reared its head, its teeth, blood-dripping beard repeating, What will be will be… Alive with hope against its sea I’ll stand with you to watch it veer. It’s easier.
© MLee Dickens'son 16 July 2006 Not quite ready to release for crit... but hammerin' away, Daniel
······· ·······
|
|
|
|
2 User(s) are reading this topic (2 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:
|
|
Read our FLYERS - click below
Reference links provided to aid in fine-tuning
your writings. ENJOY!
|
|
|
|