Fifty traditional poetry forms - Part 5

[Martyr's Crown]

49 -Triolet
A poetic form consisting of only 8 lines, French in origin, and likely dating to the thirteenth century, emphasizing repetition and rhyme. The earliest triolets were devotionals written by Patrick Carey, a seventeenth-century Benedictine monk.
Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines. Usually either iambic tetrameter or pentameter are used.

Take Rest

I will take rest in Christ my Lord.
I will rejoice in Him always.
The son of man, The Son of God.
I will take rest in Christ my Lord.
His is the shepherds crook and rod.
His is the love that does amaze.
I will take rest. In Christ my Lord
I will rejoice, in Him always.

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Beautiful! Also much of how I feel these days. Yet to rest in Christ is a lot needed in this world we live in, also gaining back new strenght in Him again!

 

[afishamongmany]

50 – Villanelle
This highly structured form is a nineteen-line poem with two repeating rhymes and two refrains. It is made up of five tercets followed by a quatrain. The first and third lines of the opening tercet are repeated alternately in the last lines of the succeeding verses; then in the final verse, the refrain serves as the poem’s two concluding lines.
Using capitals for the refrains and lowercase letters for the rhymes, the form could be expressed as: A1 b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 A2.
The villanelle did not start off as a fixed form. During the Renaissance french poets who called their poems “villanelle” (from the Italian villano, or peasant) did not follow any specific schemes, rhymes, or refrains. It wasn’t until the late nineteenth century that the villanelle was defined as a fixed form by french poet Théodore de Banville.

Travelers All Are We

Is God with you, dear soul? Are you with Him?
In mazes, mists and twists of this life's track,
Who shows the way and guides your steps there in?

Go you solo, on your own, will and whim?
Hid you in the herd? Run you with the pack?
Is God with you, dear soul? Are you with Him?

Without a guide thick shadowed woods are grim.
To find the path needs knowing that you lack,
Who shows the way and guides your steps there in.

Pilgrims we, seeking what a day may bring
We all know well, there is no turning back.
Is God with you, dear soul? Are you with Him?

The One surrounded by the seraphim,
Made mountain peak and pass by mighty act,
Who shows the way and guides your steps there in.

Is He your friend and guide? Then leave your sin!
At journey's end, the throne where He is sat.
Is God with you, dear soul? Are you with Him
Who shows the way and guides your steps there in?

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[Roadrunner3]

afish, what a delight your tongue twister was to read and the triolet delivered a very succinct, clear message with the prescribed formal tone. One form is left. Then rest!!
RR3

 

[afishamongmany]

afish, what a delight your tongue twister was to read and the triolet delivered a very succinct, clear message with the prescribed formal tone. One form is left. Then rest!!
RR3

Thank you RR3 - So 'tis done 16 months after you triggered the whole enterprise with your triolet (https://www.christianforums.com/threads/and-there-was-light.7997404/ post #3)
Not quite done I plan to do one, one poem, audio post for each of the five parts, God willing.
Thanks for all your encouragement.
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[Roadrunner3]

I am honored to have triggered such a volume of work!! Looking forward to the audio post.
RR3

 

[afishamongmany]

no.46 - Terzanella A Trumpets Call
Unzip to play the mp3

 

[Greatcloud]

I Have purged my heart of all but Jesus even though a Christian I was beset with sin . Now new life can begin again. I vow to write on this forum never a PG poem but to give all glory to Providence for the sake of my silly soul .

A fish your poetry has been a constant source of comfort and inspiration ever since I started writing here. I thank you ever so much. My newest creative expression is called "Song poetry " take a look.

 

[Greatcloud]

Speaking of my newest creative expression it is also another form of poetry you have not considered , song poetry. ☺

 

[afishamongmany]

I Have purged my heart of all but Jesus even though a Christian I was beset with sin . Now new life can begin again. I vow to write on this forum never a PG poem but to give all glory to Providence for the sake of my silly soul .

A fish your poetry has been a constant source of comfort and inspiration ever since I started writing here. I thank you ever so much. My newest creative expression is called "Song poetry " take a look.

Hello Greatcloud - good to see you back in town. Thank you for your kind words.
Yes daily we need to know our need. I've heard 1 John 1:9 called the Christian's bar of soap. I think it is a good analogy. Go well.
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[Roadrunner3]

It would be hard to imagine that there could be two more disparate forms than the "twaddle" and the "triolet". Be careful, moving to quickly from one to the other has been reported to be associated with an increased risk of schizophrenia! You do both exceptionally well and I hope never to meet one of those Jurassic fleas!
Blessings,
RR3

 

[Roadrunner3]

Haven’t heard from afish for awhile.

 

[Roadrunner3]

Meadow Reflecting - A Villanelle

Though paucity of spirit plagues my steps,
And load of daily lifting breaks my back,
Her scent upon the meadow fills me yet.

Immersed in somber cycles that beset,
I strain to ascertain that higher track,
Though paucity of spirit plagues my steps.

It seems the chill of age, its frosty heft,
Does hound my soul while I resist the pack,
Her scent upon the meadow fills me yet.

I recall, through spate of years, I leapt
In nimble dance with nature, nothing lacked,
Though paucity of spirit plagues my steps.

I step into the night, look up, am swept
By beauty from the stars, soft breeze distracts,
Her scent upon the meadow fills me yet.

In Father God - Maternal Earth duet
I'm safe within His arms, to Her attached,
Though paucity of spirit plagues my steps,
Her scent upon the meadow fills me yet.

 

[Martyr's Crown]

Meadow Reflecting - A Villanelle

Though paucity of spirit plagues my steps,
And load of daily lifting breaks my back,
Her scent upon the meadow fills me yet.

Immersed in somber cycles that beset,
I strain to ascertain that higher track,
Though paucity of spirit plagues my steps.

It seems the chill of age, its frosty heft,
Does hound my soul while I resist the pack,
Her scent upon the meadow fills me yet.

I recall, through spate of years, I leapt
In nimble dance with nature, nothing lacked,
Though paucity of spirit plagues my steps.

I step into the night, look up, am swept
By beauty from the stars, soft breeze distracts,
Her scent upon the meadow fills me yet.

In Father God - Maternal Earth duet
I'm safe within His arms, to Her attached,
Though paucity of spirit plagues my steps,
Her scent upon the meadow fills me yet.

Beautifully written!

You use your words in a way which isn't only beautifully described as well as in rhythm but it is also understandable, it isn't hidden from the reader.

God bless you in Christ Jesus's Name, Amen!