her ex’s birthday fell on halloween her ex’s birthday fell on halloween the road is scary place to fall in love the road is scary place to fall in love her halloween on road in scary fall is place to fell the ex’s love birthday
to celebrate, they set up skeleton to celebrate, they set up skeleton upon front lawn with missing pumpkin head upon front lawn with missing pumpkin head they celebrate with pumpkin set upon front skeleton missing lawn up to head
if truly dead, a monster will decay if truly dead, a monster will decay but souls may resurrect on all saints day but souls may resurrect on all saints day if dead souls but decay on monster day truly a saint’s will resurrect all may
monster birthday upon ex’s dead lawn may truly resurrect her soul’s skeleton if missing head will celebrate all day they set a place to saints on halloween with in, all pumpkin love fell to decay but fall is up front scary on the road!
NOTE: The paradelle is one of the more demanding French fixed forms, first appearing in the langue d’oc love poetry of the eleventh century. It is a poem of four six-line stanzas in which the first and second lines, as well as the third and fourth lines of the first three stanzas, must be identical. The fifth and sixth lines, which traditionally resolve these stanzas, must use all the words from the preceding lines and only those words. Similarly, the final stanza must use every word from all the preceding stanzas and only those words.
This was a spoof poetry form invented by Billy Collins and re-published on dVerse Poets by Grace.
passion’s romantic love turns cold
marriage vows end in divorce
friendships sometimes betrayed
how good is your word?
gossip gives slight exaggeration
everyone tells little white lies
who can be trusted?
God’s promises have always
proven faithful and true.
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What a blessing to hear my grand daughter, Anna, spontaneously sing the classic hymn, “Standing on the Promises” while playing at my house…of course, I joined in!
Linked to dVerse poets’ quadrilles prompt hosted by Lillian.
Can’t account for the unusual format…thanks to WordPress 🙂
Every fall, our family visits Oak Grove, a nearby park on the Sioux River. It covers five hundred plus acres of combined state and county conservation land with hiking trails, picnic areas, cabins and campsites. We park on top of the ridge and find a trail through the scrub oak trees to slowly make our way down to the river bottom.
The river flooded this past summer, changing the landscape. Sand and debris washed into the woodland, excavator tracks show where dirt has been redistributed and re-leveled. Ancient outcroppings of rose-tinted Sioux quartzite remain solidly undisturbed along the upper trail.
Reaching up, young cottonwoods glow golden in late afternoon. Scarlet sumac stunningly line the prairie grassland. The predominant oaks simply turn brown and drop large lobed leaves on the trail below their gnarly trunks. A few spruce and juniper stand green and ever verdant.
We retired from full-time farming two years ago. My days are a bit slower now but my husband has been equally as busy as before with home remodel and landscaping. I help him as needed, babysit grandchildren when asked, and volunteer…finding a balance of work and leisure time.
The fall equinox in our hemisphere means equal hours of day and night. We enjoy equal parts cold and heat as sun shines brightly during the day but not as strongly. On my walk, I notice the prairie seems equally dead and alive…some plants bloom wildly in a last hurrah and others have dried brown, boasting seeds.
We reap what we sow and sow what we reap. The past holds seed for a future harvest. Darkness and light, cold and heat, planting and harvest, rest and work, life and death all have their seasons. The clock ticks, the calendar page turns, and another equinox passes.
A Villonnet is a hybrid of the Villanelle and the Sonnet. It has the Iambic Pentameter of both, but holds the four-stanza/line structure of the sonnet, while utilizing the two-line rhyme nature of the villanelle. The final stanza replaces the sonnet couplet with a typical villanelle tercet. Linking this villonnet to Grace’s prompt at dVerse Poets pub. I was NOT going to write about fall, but here it is…
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i sit on deck to soak in warm sunshine this end of summer’s glow suits my skin fine fat cats watch scene from shade and lounge around piped wind chimes’ gentle song is only sound
forgotten apple falls from top of tree while butterflies migrate, bees cap honey red leaves whirl past as if in joyful dance a celebration of autumn’s last chance
ripe orange pumpkins lie hidden in field as drying crops will soon their harvest yield pheasants and deer will feast upon the corn bred cows will glean before blizzards are born
today, september stays my favorite month until the wind turns cold out of the north then i will dream with birds of drifting south
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NOTE: Line 1 is to be repeated as lines 8 and 13, and line 4 is repeated as lines 12 and 15. I neglected to repeat any lines, not a true villonnet…may have to rework sometime!
consider fathers and sons, some have history of hurt: angry words, intimidation insecurities, manipulation of different personalities and modes of operation which seem “wrong” but simply manifest divergent yet not so simple after all hurts can build thick wall will bricks be broken down? relationship survive rubble?
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Linking to dVerse poetics hosted by Kim with theme of “endings”. I chose to end my poem with questions because there’s uncertainty how relationship troubles might end…if they do.
glass butter churn its paddles soar grandkids test antique taste history
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An elfjie is a little elven poem of 11 words in 5 lines; theme today is “soar”. See guidelines for form here. Thanks to David for hosting and Sarah Whiley for posting an interesting W3 prompt!
a poem in my pocket 
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