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As The Icicle Grows (a rondeau)
As the icicle grows it hangs from the eaves
and embraces the pine in tears, it grieves
at the passage of cold and snow;
playmates of winter that soon must go
when the last days of March thaw and leave.
Each droplet has touched the branch and weaves
an intimate hold around each needle; a sleeve
of crystalline water of a chilly floe
as the icicle grows.
A spring breeze sneaks into morning and thieves
the north from the wind, in an effort to bereave
the cold night of my window
and secure a spot for warmer glow.
Now the sun settles in and spring is perceived
as the icicle grows.
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Excellent work, Champ :)
I saw the link at the "other" place, ya know, and just wanted to read it. It is definitely one of your best, but all of yours are in that category lately. I love your work, always have.
best wishes,
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Comment by: karjon - 2008-05-05 17:51
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This bit:
when the last days of March thaw and leave.
Each droplet has touched the branch and weaves
an intimate hold around each needle; a sleeve
of crystalline water of a chilly floe
as the icicle grows.
Wow. That's all. Well done and well deserved.
Cheers
Karen |
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| could not agree more with the below comments! I don't know (or care) if it followed the formula, it's just bloody beautiful...full stop. take Alien's advice-->publish. |
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Comment by: alien - 2008-04-08 08:48
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Before I even read this, thank you for being the on ly person that just gets the job done: a link posted in the thread with no explanation, no apology, no frills, no messing about. Thank you - it makes my job much easier! :D
The poem is one of the most beautiful things I've ever read. I'd really like to say which bits I like best but I fear I'd end up patchily quoting the whole piece here and there. It's not written in iambic tetrameter but I don't think that matters - everything else is bang on.
Really and truly, this is a brilliant poem :)
It belongs in a book.
Do me a favour and send this out. |
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its just wonderful Carrie..
i mean it, it triggers wonder.
i had no idea such a fantastic thing called a Rondeau existed.
loved it loved it..
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c(")(")
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