Friday, April 17, 2015

A Terzanelle

My eldest daughter, Lisa

When springtime's heat descends upon the land,
the dust motes swirl, as all is basked in sun,
the trees drink deep, and every leaf is fanned.

Warmth and beauty, bright the river runs;
as if the cold of winter never was,
the dust motes swirl, and all is basked in sun.       

Hummingbirds whirr and sun-dazed bumbles buzz,
blue jays bomb the feeders, flowers bend and sway,
as if the cold of winter never was.     

We waited long grey months for such a day
to escape our winter houses, greet the sky,
as blue jays bomb the feeders, the flowers bend and sway.

Above, a blueness, in our hearts a wondering sigh,
such magic has arrived to paint the land,
lure us from our winter houses, to greet the sky. 
                      
Our spirits stretch their wings, our cramped souls pray,
and warmth and joy is all we understand,    
for magic has arrived to paint the land.
The trees drink deep, and every leaf is fanned.



A Terzanelle, a combination of villanelle and terza rima, as explained at NaPoWriMo. Lines and rhymes are chained throughout the poem, so that the middle line of each triplet is repeated as the last line of the following triplet (or, for the last triplet, in the concluding quatrain). It looked daunting, so I attempted it as an exercise.

Day 17

14 comments:

  1. Love this! And the picture of your daughter.

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  2. love the touch of delightful Spring and your beautiful dotty :)

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  3. It's a beautiful day today. This poem helps me enjoy it even more. Your "exercise" is wonderful.

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  4. What a beautiful picture you present of the perfect spring day.

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  5. Wow! Beautiful job with this, Sherry!

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  6. I hope she loves nature as much as Mama does... this was almost too intimate to share... but thanks for letting us in on your life

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  7. Marvelous! I love the image of Lisa~ She looks so, happy~ You make me want to bask in the glorious sun...

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  8. I have to agree with Wolfrosebud, as I too read the poem and thought,how intimate. I think Lisa's beauty has drunk deep the beauty of her mother.

    Good job on the mechanics of the piece. I can't write poetry like this, I just don't have the patience but I do enjoy reading it.

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  10. you have given beauty to both this piece and your lovely daughter

    gracias

    may your day be warm and 'enough'

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  11. It may have been daunting, but you have created, (painted) a mural of beautiful scenes to frame the image of your lovely daughter,

    Elizabeth

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  12. Really a beautiful photo of Lisa, Sherry...not to mention a beautiful poem.

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  13. we have not had any warmth really.. still I feel the light.. the return of sunshine... wonderful job on the poem.

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