I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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Showing posts with label paradelle. Show all posts
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1 August 2014

Paradelle of Love in the Morning

Hold me against your heart.
Hold me against your heart
in falling rain.
In falling rain
against your heart hold me,
rain falling in.

When we awake and stir,
when we awake and stir
in new daylight …
in new daylight
we stir and awake when
new in daylight.

Then we gather roses.
Then we gather roses
fresh with morning.
Fresh with morning,
we gather then roses 
with morning fresh.

Morning, rain falling.
Gather fresh heart.    
Hold me in your new 
against then within
when we stir daylight awake,
and we roses.


For a dVerse prompt. The paradelle is a joke/hoax by Billy Collins, parodying formal verse. He claimed it originated in France in 11th century Languedoc. Check its strict — and very silly — rules, and/or see what others have done with it, back at dVerse.