she always closed her eyes
when wishing on a star
she could not bear the scar
if there were only lies
some planet in disguise
bold, shameless avatar
she always closed her eyes
when wishing on a star
she did not realize
the moon strummed a guitar
hummed love songs from afar
with tender moonbeam sighs –
she always closed her eyes
—-
Today at d’VerseΒ Poets Pub, Gayle from BodhiroseΒ has challenged us to write a Rondel
Meeting the Bar; the Rondel
This is breathtaking…. π
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thank you so much π
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I really enjoyed this, Candy–your rhyme and meter just flowed like water.
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thank you, Victoria!
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It looks & feels near perfect to form; lovely, sweet & romantic. to is wistful as well, touching on our need to make sense out of life & the cosmos.
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thanks Glenn
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Beautifully done. Flowed like a river π
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thanks π
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Closing your eyes when wishing on a star — yes, that is the way to do it! Very nice rondel.
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thanks π
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I like the refrain very much Candy ~ That last stanza beautifully captured the form for me ~
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thanks Grace π
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NICELY Written!
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thank you!
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I think that is how you make a wish, with closed eyes. :~) I especially love your last verse, Candy, picturing that moon strumming a guitar…humming love songs. Charming!
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thanks much!
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That last verse really made me sigh. I often think of the moon as drummer…now, I have a new perspective.
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I think the moon is very versatile
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“the moon strummed a guitar
hummed love songs from afar
with tender moonbeam sighs”
Well now, that’s just too gorgeous. I am sighing, myself.
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thanks so much De!
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There is a wonderful movement here… your words sway softly and the rhymes are just like a soft backbeat… I see really nightly love here.
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thanks Bjorn
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Just gorgeous!
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thanks much π
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The flow is perfect!
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thanks π
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You’re welcome!
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This is rather nice π
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thanks π
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this one is a beauty…great use of the form…
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thank you very much π
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Beautiful. Love the personification of the moon strumming a guitar.
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thanks π
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“…with tender moonbeam sighs…” I am smiling here at this lovely and gentle piece. Just the perfect poem to read sipping my morning coffee. Thank you! π
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oh, thank you! π
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Avatars of human
that story comes
true.. when flesh
becomes word
and word
becomes
other we
real are
no longer
jUSt no
longer REAL..
sTiLL here wITH
no beating
flesh to
connect
to sKin of otHeRs..
the reward of living
forever can be never
living
at
ALL..
immortality
lives online
dies
off..:)
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So true!
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SMiLes with lIGht..:)
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To you too
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