d’Verse Poets Pub: Form for All–Ottava Rima
Frank is tending bar and has challenged us to try this abababcc form
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Gossip
it was a stray whisper, did you feel it
did you see it as it passed through the tree
did it touch your cheek, just a little bit
did it curl into your ear like a plea
invade your mind and there it paused to sit
until words tumbled from your lips to me
with them was just a hint of discontent
a sour thought allowed to grow, ferment
rhymeswithbug 
I like your description of gossip: the invading of the mind and then the tumbling from the lips with mentally fermented discontent.
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Good one, Candy! I love the ending of this.
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I think that gossip have that sad effect…
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A stunning description of gossip, Candy/ Your opening line reminded me of that old George Michael title, ‘Careless Whisper’.. I like the idea of seeing it ‘as it passed through the tree’, as if it were tangible, ‘a sour thought allowed to grow, ferment’.
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Perfect discription!
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Well written, defining gossip perfectly and in rhyme!
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That end line is spot on! A sour thought & the fermenting; kind of left me with a bad taste – precisely what gossip does. Bravo!
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I like your description. It’s very true.
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Well-written indeed.
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I loved this, the way it moved from something apparently sweet and harmless to the warning in the last two lines.
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Yes, it does exactly track the fetid trail of gossip so well! Good job!
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