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Aug 30 03, 09:57
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Mosaic Master
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The Pantoum originated in France, based on a form from Malaysia. The Pantoum became popular in Europe and later North America in the nineteeth and especially the twentieth century. The Pantoum tradition as a poem first appeared in France, in the work of Ernest Fouinet in the nineteenth century. Victor Hugo and Charles Baudelaire made the form fashionable thereafter.
In a traditional Pantoum:
The lines are grouped into quatrains (4-line stanzas).
The final line of the Pantoum must be the same as its first line.
A Pantoum has any number of quatrains.
Lines may be of any length.
The Pantoum has a rhyme scheme of abab in each quatrain. Thus, the lines rhyme alternately.
The Pantoum says everything twice:
For all quatrains except the first, the first line of the current quatrain repeats the second line in the preceding quatrain; and the third line of the current quatrain repeats the fourth line of the preceding quatrain.
In addition, for the final quatrain, its second line repeats the (so-far unrepeated) third line in the first quatrain; and its last line repeats the (so-far unrepeated) first line of the first quatrain.
Thus the pattern of line-repetition is as follows, where the lines of the first quatrain are represented by the numbers "1 2 3 4": 1 2 3 4 - Lines in first quatrain. 2 5 4 6 - Lines in second quatrain. 5 7 6 8 - Lines in third quatrain. 7 9 8 10 - Lines in fourth quatrain. 9 3 10 1 - Lines in fifth and final quatrain.
Here is Carolyn Kizer's Parent's Pantoum:
Where did these enormous children come from, More ladylike than we have ever been? Some of ours look older than we feel. How did they appear in their long dresses
More ladylike than we have ever been? But they moan about their aging more than we do, In their fragile heels and long black dresses. They say they admire our youthful spontaneity.
They moan about their aging more than we do, A somber group--why don't they brighten up? Though they say they admire our youthful spontaneity The beg us to be dignified like them
As they ignore our pleas to brighten up. Someday perhaps we'll capture their attention Then we won't try to be dignified like them Nor they to be so gently patronizing.
Someday perhaps we'll capture their attention. Don't they know that we're supposed to be the stars? Instead they are so gently patronizing. It makes us feel like children--second-childish?
Perhaps we're too accustomed to be stars. The famous flowers glowing in the garden, So now we pout like children. Second-childish? Quaint fragments of forgotten history?
Our daughters stroll together in the garden, Chatting of news we've chosen to ignore, Pausing to toss us morsels of their history, Not questions to which only we know answers.
Eyes closed to news we've chosen to ignore, We'd rather excavate old memories, Disdaining age, ignoring pain, avoiding mirrors. Why do they never listen to our stories?
Because they hate to excavate old memories They don't believe our stories have an end. They don't ask questions because they dread the answers. They don't see that we've become their mirrors,
We offspring of our enormous children.
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"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
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Oct 28 03, 00:35
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Quite well done, methinks, Michelle! One hitch is your use of "assuage." You may know some nominal use of the word, but I personally know of its use as a verb. Please let us know about that?
deLightedly, Daniel
A Journey Far Away
It’s gloomy in the rain while travelling by car from Jersey – though not Spain -- but going there’s too far.
While travelling by car, I’d love to go out West, but going there’s too far. For now, East Coast is best.
I’d love to go out West -- some day, if I retire! For now, East Coast is best; my need’s not all that dire.
Some day, if I retire, I’ll write some things of worth. My need’s not all that dire while livin’ down-to-earth.
I’ll write some things of worth; I’ll taste that brew one day while livin’ down-to-earth -- a journey far away!
I’ll taste that brew one day (It’s gloomy in the rain!) -- a journey far away from Jersey, though not Spain!
© Daniel J Ricketts
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Oct 28 03, 03:07
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Thanks Daniel. I didn't want to leave it up if it was wrong. I've amended. Thank you for your keen eyes.
Passing Petals
The aura that was youth becomes oblique. The palest blush will turn to red Bordeaux. Our wilted petals tumble off a peak as splendor’s stay is brief on time’s plateau.
The palest blush will turn to red Bordeaux; within oak casks bouquet and body age. As splendor’s stay is brief on time’s plateau, an aftertaste is saved between each page.
Within oak casks bouquet and body age, a binding spell imposed on ripened fruit. An aftertaste is saved between each page, beyond our prime old laurels grow acute.
A binding spell imposed on ripened fruit, our wilted petals tumble off a peak. Beyond our prime old laurels grow acute. The aura that was youth becomes oblique.
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Oct 28 03, 07:42
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Wow! Talk about making amends! How did you totally eliminate the previous post? I didn't think you could do that on this site!
Very nice job 'correcting' it, Michelle!
Here's a fun one that I wrote for my son-in-law a couple of days before he married my middle daughter:
The Groom
Jose Angel Montoya noble stands beside his groomsmen, smiling nervously as 2, then 12 is reached – slow-moving hands arrive! His guests have come... his bride to see.
Beside his groomsmen, smiling nervously, he coughs... again looks up to see still more arrive. His guests have come his bride to see as someone very special they adore.
He coughs again, looks up to see. Still more his throat’s so dry. The sisters tend to him as someone very special. They adore this brother, bring refreshment o’er the brim.
His throat’s so dry! The sisters tend a hymn. A full-voiced soloist begins to sing; this brother brings refreshment o’er the brim. Search through vest pocket. Is it there? The ring?
A full-voiced soloist begins to sing as 2, then 12 is reached. Slow-moving hands search through vest pocket. Is it? There – the ring! Jose Angel Montoya noble stands.
© Daniel J Ricketts 17 July 2003 in anticipation of daughter DoriAn’s wedding 19 July
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Oct 28 03, 09:37
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Hi Daniel,
Ohh that is a good one, and so is A Journey Far Away.
I have only written one pantoum.
Gosh, I didn't know I could delete either. lol
Great Writing Daniel.
Michelle
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Nov 7 03, 09:08
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QUOTE (Michelle @ Oct. 28 2003, 08:37) Hi Daniel,
Ohh that is a good one, and so is A Journey Far Away.
I have only written one pantoum.
Gosh, I didn't know I could delete either. lol
Great Writing Daniel.
Michelle Thanks, Michelle!
I wish I had time to do some serious writing now, but time won't allow at present. I've only written three of these things myself, so I may as well reveal the only other one I've attempted. *blush* LOL
[ Note from Daniel, added later. This poem does NOT 'reveal' some hidden inappropriate feelings for my dear friend and little Sis, Lori Beal; we've long been writing friends, and I've met her and her family in person. This piece was a fire-back to a piece she wrote ~ and totally in fun. ]
A Beard Could Spark a Fire?
When one day I retire, would I catch Lori's eye and spark a latent fire? Could it be she's just shy?
Would I catch Lori's eye should my full beard return? Could it be she's just shy of brain cells? Could she learn?
Should my full beard return? My whiskers aren't composed of brain cells! Could she learn of latent lust exposed?
My whiskers aren't composed! They bristle now, it seems, of latent lust, exposed of Lori in my dreams!
They bristle now! It seems I wasn't quite aware of Lori in my dreams. I wonder if she'd care.
I wasn't quite aware . . . No! This could never be! (I wonder if she'd care should I let you all see.)
Should I let you all see and spark a latent fire? No, this could never be when one day, I retire.
© Daniel J Ricketts 31 March 2003 tongue-in-cheek Pantoum response to Lori Beal’s Shadowy Seductions
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Jul 17 04, 20:05
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Saved by the Light...Pantoum
As full moon cast a luminescent light, each object that it touched wore a soft glow. Inside the deep recesses of the night, that light revealed the secrets far below.
Each object that it touched wore a soft glow, as great horned owl was spotted in mid-flight. That light revealed the secrets far below, while one small critter scurried out of sight.
As great horned owl was spotted in mid-flight, a screech was heard as owl had missed its blow, while one small critter scurried out of sight before it found a little hidey hole.
A screech was heard as owl had missed its blow. The lucky mouse sat musing its near plight before it found a little hidey hole; it would have been that owl’s first tasty bite.
The lucky mouse sat musing its near plight, inside the deep recesses of the night. It would have been that owls first tasty bite, as full moon cast a luminescent light.
by Susan Eckenrode 2003
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Sep 13 04, 17:58
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Mosaic Master
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Excellent Sue!
More please!?
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"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
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Oct 22 04, 17:17
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Yes, Lori. Here's mine.
Nature * The jagged horizon , delights the hills with grandness and gray hues. enrich each other day and night . They merge to add mystique to views. * The hills , with grandness and gray hues, beguile the earth with smiles so gay . They merge to add mystique to views as sleepy days on knees they pray . *
Beguile the earth with smiles so gay , they stand in sanctuary of peace as sleepy days on knees they pray . and calls of birdies soon will cease. * They stand in sanctuary of peace, to face another brand new day , and calls of birdies soon will cease. Perhaps they too are on their way . * To face another brand new day, they dwindle , lost in sunset sky . Perhaps they too are on their way. and fly to nests , they build so high.
Aggie
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Oct 22 04, 17:25
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Mosaic Master
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Just lovely Lai!
I must try one of these too!
Cheers! ~Cleo :)
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"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
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Dec 4 04, 12:46
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~Spiced Cookies~ Pantoum by flamingstar
It started with a family recipe Mixed together with loving care I give them as gifts from me As a part of my heart I share.
Mixed together with loving care An aroma that tempts the sense As a part of my heart I share They enjoy the spiced incense.
An aroma that tempts the sense Little fingers dip in the spoon They enjoy the spiced incense They will be done very soon.
Little fingers dip in the spoon I give them as gifts from me They will be done very soon It started with a family recipe.
copyright Dec2004 Cathy Bollhoefer
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