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And I Smiled

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The Friday form challenge over at Poetic Asides is –

Strambotto Poems

“Some of these forms are older than others, and the strambotto traces back to the 13th century. This Italian form known as ottava siciliana (Sicilian octave) or strambotto popolare was the preferred form in Southern Italy, while strambotto toscano was more popular in Tuscany [hat tip to Edward Hirsch’s A Poet’s Glossary]. Today strambotto toscano is known as ottava rima.”

The basic rules for strambotto:

Octave (8-line) poems or stanzas
Hendecasyllabic (or 11-syllable) lines
Rhyme scheme: abababab
Alternate version: There’s also a six-line variant form (still called strambotto) with hendecasyllabic lines and an ababab rhyme scheme.
Here is my attempt (and a picture of that crocus)

And I Smiled

 

I found a yellow crocus blooming today
amid the detritus of a season gone.
Its slender green and white leaves finding a way
through fallen leaves and bits of bark. It was drawn
by Spring’s silent signals and the Sun’s warm rays.
Tightly curled buds, the color of a new fawn,
unfurl to show off in golden, flouncy play
as a milder wind makes them dance in my lawn

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Posted in d'Verse Poets Pub, poetry

To My Amaryllis

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A little green came peeping through
It filled my heart with glee
Then nothing more for days and days
I wonder, is it me

I gave you water faithfully
Whenever you felt dry
I put you with my other plants
But maybe you are shy

I moved you to a warmer spot
So you would not get cold
I didn’t ask if you would mind
Perhaps I was too bold

Some music just might do the trick
I put some on for you
I played the Beatle’s Rubber Soul
Do you prefer The Who

Today I moved you one more time
To get a little sun
I’ve done my best, it’s up to you
Plant-up and get it done

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My Almost Masterpiece

My Almost Masterpiece

 

How do I know just when to stop
When one more stroke would be too much
Or do I need to shade and crop?

I turn the bottom to the top
A little trick – it’s not a crutch
How do I know just when to stop?

Add cobalt blue to make it pop
Titanium white – a tiny touch
Or do I need to shade and crop?

Paint out the extra still life prop
Then add another pear or such
How do I know just when to stop?

Put down the brush now, let it drop
Release it from my desperate clutch
Or do I need to shade and crop?

Walk away, my canvas swap
Before I change it overmuch
How do I know just when to stop?
Or do I need to shade and crop?

 

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Summer Sisters

Summer Sisters – a triolet

 

They stand across the garden, waving
wearing pretty summer frocks
a little flirty – but behaving
They stand across the garden, waving
blazing sun and storm clouds braving
zinnia, rose, and hollyhocks
They stand across the garden waving
wearing pretty summer frocks


Happy Summer  to all the poets in the Pub!