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Moonlight Rondelet

Fussy Little Forms: Rondelet
Happy Weekend, Toads! Today I offer to you the very definition of a Fussy Little Form, the RONDELET. The rondelet is a short French poetry form featuring a strict rhyme and meter pattern plus a lovely repeated refrain. It looks like this:

Line 1 :: A—four syllables
Line 2 :: b—eight syllables
Line 3 :: A—repeat of line one
Line 4 :: a—eight syllables
Line 5 :: b—eight syllables
Line 6 :: b—eight syllables
Line 7 :: A—repeat of line one

 

Garden Toads  are playing with poetic forms today

Moonlight Rondelet

in the moonlight
the blazing sun no longer queen
in the moonlight
magic appears, reason takes flight
and you and I stuck in between
can hear the spirits wail and keen
in the moonlight

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Daddy and Vincent

in)Famous and possibly fictional encounters
Real toads are meeting up with someone ‘famous’
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Daddy and Vincent

 

Daddy was a frustrated artist
our house became his canvas
geometric designs in red and green
yellow and orange covered
the kitchen floor
always painting,drawing, doodling
one night, while cleaning
his brushes, adding more swirling streaks
of color to the basement wall,
there was a knock at the door
and there, outside, in the starry night,
was a man with one ear

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Waiting

Artistic Interpretations with Margaret

Margaret has shared some art exhibited at the NC County Fair in Asheville for our inspiration in the Garden

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Waiting

I wait
for the footfall
that doesnt come
the gentle touch
that used to
calm my fears
I wait for the soft
tones of a voice filled
with love that is
now lost
I wait
alone
and yet
I hope
so I’ll wait on

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Casting Nets

Camera FLASH!
An image prompt from the Imaginary Garden

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by Thomas Eakins (1910)

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Casting Nets

They tossed their empty nets
into the deep unknown
expecting them to
fill with treasure – the kind that
would make them rich, or famous,
or a genius and when they hauled
them in they found nothing but
tarnished trinkets that added nothing
to their lives
I filled my net with love and tossed
it into the murky waters of despair
and when I tugged it back to me
found it was filled with peace

 

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Dream Boat

Weekend Mini Challenge: Boats
Welcome to the Weekend Mini Challenge with Kim from writinginnorthnorfolk.com!

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Dream Boat

a little boat floated out to sea
a boat that carried you and me

it gently bobbed upon the waves
we played we were a couple knaves

without a worry, no thought or care
we journeyed forward, unaware

until the wind began to blow
and waves to monsters seemed to grow

it tossed us over and around
up in the air – we will be drowned

we clung together – you and me
then suddenly it set us free

it was the sound of mother’s voice
that gave the monster little choice

my bear and I will sail no more
our dream boat will remain on shore

 

 

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Book of Words

Words Count with Mama Zen – counting words in the Garden
pick three words – write a poem and don’t go over 60

-The Words:

mimicry
testament
rapture
cool
dachshund
cherubim
heretic
infinitesimal
convenient
serendipity


Book of Words

It was a book of words
that left me in a rapture
a discovery of pleasure
I had to share
Each day I chose one word
that I would repeat and repeat
a testament to my devotion
words that became my mantra
morning and evening devotion
until the heretic appeared and took
away my dictionary –
thanks a lot Mom