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!
Linking to dVerse where Bjorn hosts onomatopoeia poetry prompt…
clouds gather darkly thunder rrrumbles wind whooshes wild through trembling trees; leaves twitter with ppips of raindrops…plopps on gravel road…drumms atop car roof; aloof to river rapids churling, swirling swiftly along, rushing, gushing underneath old bridge as it creaks rustily.
tired of the battle we walk along with wind find fallen branches to pick up gather
gather gardening tools desire to plant flowers but fear wind will beat petals off too strong
too strong mow lawn instead fragrant clippings breeze by young squirrels chase each other’s tails south wind
Cinquain chain (5 stanzas of 5 lines each) in Crapsey form (2-4-6-8-2 syllable lines) connecting with Laura, our host for MTB challenge at dVerse Poets
Extreme winds and seaweed-filled storm surge during Hurricane Dennis. Key West, Florida. (Mike Theiss/National Geographic/Getty Images)
torrential downpour
beats against shuttered windows
winds rip off shingles
ears glued to weather channel
till electricity quits
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My response to the Sunday time challenge at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. Landlocked in Iowa, I’m glad we never experience hurricanes directly…we have tornadoes!
Quadrille (44 words) on Lisa’s “abide” themefor dVerse. Based on Mark 4:35-41. (Background is Moseley Waves blue wallpaper)
Yesterday, Pastor John Lee preached on this text and reminded us that although God might not calm the storm outside, or quiet the storm inside us, Jesus always remains with us “in the boat”.
do you know what the earth meditates upon in autumn?
when north wind breathes fresh worship
over cornfield of heavy stalks bowed down
as ripe apples bless orchard with abundance
and tumbleweeds dance across rural road?
when crispy leaves gather in harvest pile
over rich soil fully yielded to waning sun
as pumpkins swell with orange-ribbed grace
and squirrel chatters praise for scattered nuts?
do you know what the earth meditates upon in autumn?
The beginning (and ending) question is from Pablo Neruda’s El Libro de las Preguntas.
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