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dVerse — Villanelle — Heaven Reborn

sansavera in bloom

Sansevieria in bloom, taken 2009

 

After getting some much-appreciated feedback, I took a look at the poem.  Here’s the first revision:

When sun shines, heaven is reborn.
Faces turn skyward, spirits leap
Warmth for living, blessings adorn

Spring’s voice sings through green colored horn
Flora! Fauna! lilies and peeps
When sun shines, heaven is reborn.

Summer waters gleam, tall grows corn
Beach combers; tassels sway in sweeps
Warmth for living, blessings adorn

Fall leaves dance, red – brown jackets worn
We, apple cheeked, rake them into heaps
When sun shines, heaven is reborn.

Jack Frost’s devils, frigid days borne
Close to wood stove as joint pain creeps
Warmth for living, blessings adorn

At last grey day’s end is bourn
Seasons’ promised turn always keeps
When sun shines, heaven is reborn.
Warmth for living, blessings adorn

 

 

Sarah is the host of dVerse today.  She introduced us to our next form on the list, villanelle.  Once we go through a series of monthly forms, some of the dVerse offerings will be published in a book.

This a very challenging form, but what enjoyment there was in pulling it together for this one.  Believe it or nay, when I got up this morning and opened the blinds to the sunshine, the first line popped into my head. I wrote it down, hoping to be able to use it.  For the ultimate inspirer of muses, I give thanks.

When the sun shines, so heaven is reborn.
Faces turn in prayer to sky; spirit leaps
Warmth for the living, its blessings adorn

Spring’s voice replies with green and colored horn
Flora! Fauna! perfumed lilies and peeps
When the sun shines, so heaven is reborn.

Summer waters glisten, tall grows the corn
Wind ripples sails; tassles sway as it sweeps
Warmth for the living, its blessings adorn

Fall leaves dance, red, yellow, brown jackets worn
Red apple cheeked, we rake them into heaps
When the sun shines, so heaven is reborn.

Jack Frost’s devils dance, frigid days are borne
Ever close to woodstove as joint pain creeps
Warmth for the living, its blessings adorn

At last we fancy grey day’s end as bourn
Seasons’ promise of turn it always keeps
When the sun shines, so heaven is reborn.
Warmth for the living, its blessings adorn

63 thoughts on “dVerse — Villanelle — Heaven Reborn

  1. You had me at /Fall leaves dance, red, yellow, brown jackets are worn/. Yes, it is wonderful when a poem begins to write itself. Creativity can be a cornucopia, or a pock mark in Death Valley; smile.

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  2. A fun trip through the seasons.
    Thoughts:
    In my villanelle I wrote “Should I drop an article or two” –> to make a poem. Well, that was a bit of sarcasm, something I find odd in many poems I read on d’Verse. For instance, in your line “Faces turn in prayer to sky; spirit leaps” you leave out a definite article and perhaps a pronoun, but in other line you use them: the living, the sun, the corn. It seems you just drop them because it makes the syllables work or you think it sounds poem-ish. I personally dislike this because it is very unnatural English and causes a stutter in the read, especially when you don’t do it elsewhere. Just my opinion. I used it to explain that one line in my poem, actually. (following — meaning I am following replies now)

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          1. Yes, no metre, but if it ever comes up I usually don’t feel drawn to it. I have one poem where I used metre and rhyme recently (well, this year, lol), I guess I find for my way of thinking it interrupts my flow. And yet I only came free verse in the last twenty years more so, strange.

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            1. you dont need a form but I saw you in dVerse. never looked at your form before only your content. my mind reels when i hear how long you and some others have been writing poetry. it’s something that gets in the blood i think. a poetry virus 🙂

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              1. Lol, yes a virus, I think it was definitely trying to get out somehow, but we’re all on a different journey and we all have different experiences and starting points, so no comparisons.

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  3. Yours is a lyrical, pastoral villanelle, Jade, which takes us through the seasons. My favourite season is autumn and you’ve done it justice. I like the way you’ve encapsulated winter with Jack Frost’s devils and the welcome warmth of the woodstove – a reminder that I’m getting old!

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  4. I like this journey through the seasons. I can see her illustration it should have. I don’t see the problem with the ‘faces turn’ line. I quite like the lack of definition, and I think it’s legitimate English. I think it links people, animals, flowers, all responding to the light.

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    1. Some folks drop articles to make their writing seem like poetry, even when it is not for the sake of rhythm. “Poetry” means many things to many folks, of course. I was just expressing my aesthetics to Jade. I find that dropping articles can make the read clunky or even a bit pretentious, depending how it is done. Poetry that says “Look, I’m cool, I’m a poem!” is one of the reasons most people don’t like poetry. IMHO. Again, just thoughts.

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      1. And I was just adding my two penn’orth to the article or not article debate 🙂 I agree with you that there is a lot of snobbery about poetry, but I see it much more obviously in the use of obscure language, dictionary words, or ungrammatical phrases (because someone is focusing on the big words they’re using not the sense). Just dropping an article to get a line to scan doesn’t seem like a heinous crime to me.

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            1. There are never enough hours in the day to do all of the reading and writing that needs to be done. Pretentious poetry constructs an intentional barrier between the poet and the reader, which is confusing to me.

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      2. Yes, indeed, not a “heinous crime”. But, I do feel it breaks flow to drop the articles there and nowhere else. Dropping an article in English, often gives the following noun/noun phrase a different meaning or feeling.
        “Faces turn in prayer to sky; spirit leaps” “sky” here becomes a name or like a god. “spirit” can be the name of something. We can’t tell if it is her spirit or the Holy Spirit, or?
        Since she does not seem attached much to the wording, she could have very simply used this line, for example, “Our faces turn skyward, our spirits leap ”
        I liked her rhyme choices but the meter might have been more consistent too.
        Dropping articles and using random meter to just get syllable count and rhyme might be something to reconsider. For instance: which is more important to our ears — the syllable count or the meter patterns? [nice chatting]

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        1. Sabio, you’re right about my being fixed on syllable count at the sacrifice of flow. It’s baby steps for a budding poet as is the punctuated rhyming, like soldiers lining up for duty.

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        2. Good point. Just counting syllables doesn’t necessarily respect the beat. The villanelle has a strict iambic (usually) tetrametre or pentametre rhythm and I think we should stick with that, but I know that few of us do. We don’t hear that there is the correct number of syllables, but we do hear a rhythm.

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            1. Most old poetry forms do have strict metre, but it probably depends where you get the rules from. I guess that modern forms don’t insist because it’s easier. I think this type of poem always sounds better though if you stick to a rhythm.

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      3. Jane and Sabio, your comments, whatever they are, are appreciated. They help me when polishing the poem. Thank you for taking the time to care enough to comment ❤

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  5. I believe that line came to you because that happens to me. 🙂
    I particularly liked
    Fall leaves dance, red, yellow, brown jackets worn
    Red apple cheeked, we rake them into heaps
    When the sun shines, so heaven is reborn.

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