holding the soft morning, round and perfect in my hands
holding the soft morning, round and perfect in my hands
what glory will be found in this day
what glory will be found in this day
what in this perfect morning glory will be found
holding my hands in the soft and round day
the sun and moon skyward beyond the pale blue
the sun and moon skyward beyond the pale blue
seeking heaven and the glittering stars away
seeking heaven and the glittering stars away
away beyond the pale glittering stars
the sun and moon skyward seeking blue heaven
I sought and found sweet refuge and home
I sought and found sweet refuge and home
under the steep ridge and deep green hollow
under the steep ridge and deep green hollow
sweet green home refuge sought
and I found ridge and hollow, steep and deep
and my perfect home will be found away
in this glittering skyward
beyond the round sun, and found seeking
the steep ridge and the deep hollow
morning glory heaven I sought in the soft green and pale blue
and holding this day, what refuge under the stars and moon
*** This is a paradelle – a parody of form invented by Billy Collins and inflicted on the dVerse pub by Brian Miller, whom I used to admire and consider a friend, but have recently had a change of heart.
His note regarding the form.
NOTE: The paradelle is a poem of four six-line stanzas in which the first and second lines, as well as the third and fourth lines of the first three stanzas, must be identical. The fifth and sixth lines, which traditionally resolve these stanzas, must use all the words from the preceding lines and only those words. Similarly, the final stanza must use every word from all the preceding stanzas and only those words.
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This is the first time I’ve ever encountered a paradelle. Thanks for the introduction.
This had the force of a story for me. Its narrative carried me along,wanting to know what would come next.
I was intrigued with how you created such beautiful images from your words. Very well done.
oh, after reading this and how well you weaved your words, you cannot forsake Brian…or else you would never have this lovely piece…no matter how insane the form is to write.
I really enjoyed this. it all flowed really well together. something about the first stanza though….I just really like.
So glad U & Brian made up; we will brook no discord with the dVerse pack, right? An admirable job in writing a fetching poem despite the silly Collins parameters (which though restrictive, do not require counting syllables, meter, rhyme refrains, etc). I like your lines
/I sought & found sweet refuge & home/under the steep ridge & deep green hollow/.
Oh, I’m not the kinda gal that can hold a grudge – smiles!
what a great image to start this with….holding the morning soft in your hands… also the awe is palpable and the anticipation of what the day brings and beyond…
Feels like a dream. A good one.
Ha. Super charming! You have handled amazingly well. k
love the beautiful images here…..”and found ridge and hollow, steep and deep”…this one’s scary though….
Oh you do this quite natural.. A place like that is a place to keep in your heart.
This is beautiful. As for form ,you are a natural. One of the best examples.
loved what you did the the words “morning” and “glory… nice play on words… and I can visualize your Ozark mountain home
I think we’re all a little mad at Brian. But you did great. Your poem is soft and full of lovely images. I liked it very much.
This poem really gives me a sense of peace….in the seeking and the finding….
I enjoyed the serene tone if your poem, Kathleen. How wonderful when one has found ‘sweet refuge and home’.
Ha, I enjoyed the comments as much as the paradelle, which is beautiful and the best response to it I’ve read thus far. You feel about your home the way I felt/feel about Tofino. When I lived there, every day was like a gift. This comes across in your poem…such beauty.
oh my heart is breaking — please, we can get beyond this right? a little forgiveness goes a long way. smiles. perhaps it was so that we all feel the pain of form and having to force words to fit a matirx. hehe. ah. i felt the pinch a bit in stanza 3. i really like how you got the last stanza to really work though-it i think is my fav.
we shall put this all behind us and never speak of it again – pinky swear – hugs