no preset room
with whitewashed glass
for poesie blooms
from Dante’s doom
and checkered past
no preset room
but petals strewn
atop morass
for poesie blooms
amid lampoons
of versing class
no preset room
her arching plume
a looking glass
for poesie blooms
resisting prune
of leaf till last
no preset room
for poesie blooms.
©Karen Robiscoe

September 19, 2013 





Wow. That’s awesome Karen.
beam, beam <<and not the 2×4 kind…;)
I thunk on this a bit. I am discovering lots of things about villanelles–they are swell and rhyme with that–but besides that. The sentences you construct for lines 1 and 3 of stanza 1 are ever so critical–even the smallest monosyllable, inflection and inference, and the flow is a forward braid–not stand alone tercets, though they must do that, too. A learning exercise each time, I hope to master it one day…
that end quatrain? well, that's up for grabs…;)
fun stuff. Like flexing your creative muscles <,said with a hard Cee…just for fun!
It is fantastic. A side of you we don’t normally see. < said with a soft cee
How sweetly versed my lovely friend 🙂
Have a wonderful Friday followed by a
deliciously orientated weekend 🙂
Andro xxxx
A lighthearted way to describe freedom in the midst of “morass”. I do believe you have succeeded while juggling the balls still in the air. Kind of fun, isn’t it, even the weary parts have their moments of respite.
oh Victor. Not lighthearted! not at all. More woman-festo…
Just a little jocosity on my part.
huh..
such a talented way with words ma deah~
If you were a sauce, you would have many, well-blended components, full of subtleties and complexities. You have such a way with people, Cindy, and i think it comes from a place of enormous empathy? Or a knowing of your fellow man. An innate instinct. This certainly transposes to your photos. Thank you for taking your time to visit, and remark!
awesome…Karen:-)
thank you, Sriram. It’s a fun form–discipline–to try to work around. 🙂