often, I find my sweet s o l i t u d e in a holy place
a sacred place- a
safe
haven
and
REFUGE
and sometimes, it is in nature I find a
temple
of trees
the seclusion f a l l i n g on my SOUL like a
green
cloak
in my dreams- I can build
a fortress
a secret hideaway
where I create MY
own
safe SPACE
a shady r e s t i n g place beyond a
rose
arbor
I will NEVER forget
the day that I ended your s u f f e r i n g
and since then I have been on a very
long road___
`no hope said the doctors`
and NOW my
t
e
a
r
s f l o w
each day
it is cold and flowers are
d y i n g
becoming
w
i
t
h
e
r
e
d
memories
leaves
d.r.i.f.t.i.n.g
and rain is
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
and the river flows like a stream of glass
the grass is f a d i n g
and birds are
FLyiNg ~~
away ........
.
how much fun though
to tickle
the many
with
the wolf's
sheep
Poetry, look!
A free worm* crawls on you hand!
The French always tended to invent
all sorts of nasty things:
freedom, equality, fraternity,
French fries, free verse.
When I was a small and ardent poet,
I worshipped rhymes
and denied a free verse the right to be called
poetry.
With time I grew up and cooled down,
as evidenced by the lack of rhymes herein.
Don't swat! Let it crawl.
Give the worm a chance to turn into
a butterfly.
* “Free verse” is derived from the French “vers libre” which can be translated as “free worm”, (fr.) ver – worm.
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Villanelle : Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire
Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire
Pull Pound down tear veil off event horizon holes
All to make for one's own sacre the pur sang lyre
Invent a machine feed it Homeric fire
No enjambement perfect rhyme rhythm metre folds
Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire
Whoever tops the charts which poem's ire
Shines through Apollo's defiant mien Zeus scolds
All to make for one's own sacre the pur sang lyre
Ne'er short the naive champion of the ephemère
Paid up club member the mutual backscratcher roles
Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire
Machine that thinks can it rasa taste inspire
Mete out criteria merit sound sense enfolds
All to make for one's own sacre the pur sang lyre
Art of artifice best profits business liar
Poets at the stakes burn to free the poems' souls
Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire
All to make for one's own sacre the pur sang lyre
© T. Wignesan - Paris, December 15, 2018
Make it
Or Break it
That's High School for Ya'
Symbols
poesie
pluperfect
words
painted
enigmatic
allegory
images
so quaint
as dreams
alive
live
again
free
to
flower
in
open
verse
Without a voice it cannot sing
No echos in the heart will ring
Come read,contemplate,give it time
Euphony ,floats on tides of rhyme;
Set free from custom's tyranny
Altenatives in poetry,
Lineation and enjambment
become the poets's intrument.
Beware ,sans pace in patterned verse
Vers Libre scans as prose, or worse
and
stays
a
writer's
curse
Viva Viva Vers Libre
O,conquer ye ole Villanelle
with covenant and spell
O, how many lines?
what are ye meters?
Viva Viva Vers Libre.
Viva Viva Vers Libre
O, come to me in the night
with covenant and spell
Make room ; make form
as with ye ole Villanelle,
Viva Viva Vers Libre.
Mark ye manuals;study ye chapters
Conjure ye ole Villanelle
with covenant and spell
O , ye arduous labor ; how I must prevail
shape thee, and conjure Vers Libre, as a Villanelle
Viva Viva Vers Libre
with covenant and spell
Copyright McCuen 2008
Le livre
The book
C'est vari
This/it is true
Merci beaucoup, Mon Dieu
Thank you very much, My God