People seem to be getting good with this form. I find these poems difficult to write, feeling constrained by the words I must use and the order in which they must appear. For this bouts-rimés, writers were given these words:
Here is what they did with them.hour, tower, thought, fought, hand, grand, teem, dream
A warm welcome to sister AE at Having Writ who gives us The Plan.Here's my own offering.
Tiel Aisha Ansari at Knocking From Inside shares XVI -The Tower.
Terrell at Alone on a Limb gives us Alone.
Cloudscome over at a wrung sponge presents the lovely Quaker Meeting Poem.
I stand at the window awaiting the hour
Eyes cast down from the guarded tower
Through bars I peer while lost in thought
Fear and tears cannot be fought
Jingling keys I hear in hand
Prepared for the march to the gallows grand
Faces and memories in my head teem
A shout! Awake! It's just a dream.
Still want to play? Read the rules here. Then leave me a comment about your poem and I'll include it on the list.
Here's one for you, Tricia. I so don't write poetry, but for some reason the strictness of this form gave me some room to play. It's a little corny, but I got all the words in:
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I wish for a wood where the trees would tower
Over me. Or a green glade where thought
Could freshen, not come so hard fought
As it does here in this sterile space. I reach my hand
Out, feel only dull cold plastic. Once I found the quiet grand,
Inviting, the blankness open for my brain to teem
With ideas. But that was just a dream.
Thanks again for giving us this exercise! I have one up today here.
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