01-13-2007, 04:12 PM
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Beneath The Dripping Cypress Trees
Hey! Ever hear of a Paradelle Poem?
A Paradelle is a difficult french poetic form first used in the eleventh century. This fixed form of poetry consists of four six-line stanzas with a repetitive pattern.
First Three Stanzas:
The first two lines, as well as the third and fourth lines of the first three stanzas MUST be the same (repeat). Where it begins to get difficult and become more of a poetic puzzle, is when reaching fifth and sixth lines. These lines MUST contain ALL the words from the preceding four lines within the stanza using them only once to form completely new lines.
Last Stanza:
For the most difficult piece of this poetic puzzle, the final stanza of the paradelle does not repeat like the preceding stanzas, rather the final six lines MUST contain EVERY word from the first three stanzas, and ONLY those words, again using them only ONCE to form completetly new lines.
I would like to see if anyone else will take this challenge.
I'll begin with the one I wrote called.
"Beneath The Dripping Cypress Trees"
'Tis the breeze beneath the cypress trees,
'Tis the breeze beneath the cypress trees.
Where shady branches bend and bow,
Where shady branches bend and bow.
Beneath the bend and branches breeze,
Where the cypress' bow 'tis shady trees.
Ink like stains of sap fold down,
Ink like stains of sap fold down.
Brown and dripping tears that keep,
Brown and dripping tears that keep.
Sap-like ink and stains of brown,
Tears that fold keep dripping down.
Will such variegated colors blend,
Will such variegated colors blend.
Away within envelope of leaves,
Away within envelope of leaves.
Of such colors envelope within,
Variegated leaves away will blend.
Within the sap 'tis shady brown,
And keep the breeze of that fold down.
Variegated stains away will blend,
Where colors bow and branches bend.
Tears of ink envelope like leaves,
Beneath such dripping cypress trees.
Blessings
Sally
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Forestdawn
Goddess of the green grove.
Honor the old ones in deed and name
let love and light be our guides again.
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