Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Poet Rispetto

Caroline and Dreams

She wakes to scrub the walk with brine 
as endless tales pile in her thoughts.
This, shy young maid named Caroline,
she fears labors will be her lot.
Reprieve, a pen is her best friend;
wearisome work, few hours to lend
for frivolous pursuits and cares.
Alone, flowing words wash her bare.

Late night, find her by candlelight.
She writes until her fingers bleed.
A writer born, her words alight
with blazing pen, an innate need.
She scrubs clothes in the stream each morn,
admiring roses, pricked by thorns.
The struggles she cannot foresee,
will one day make for great stories.

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Sara Kendrick March 10, 2015 at 8:43 AM Many women have those lovely thoughts running through their mind but cannot put them down for others to enjoy..Great story told..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

Andrea Dietrich March 9, 2015 at 6:38 PM gosh, what inspired this one. It reminds me of a poem for one of Isaiah's type of contests with pictures of young women. It's so nice!! by the way, I was originally going to have the woman in my sonnet feeling pain for killing her own family with a car accident, but I could not fit it into the sonnet length, so I made it be a young child. Can you imagine if it were your own family?? It happens more than we care to know. Rhonda Johnson-Saunders March 9, 2015 at 8:20 PM It was Isaiah's contest pics that inspired this one...I had a couple poems working, but I had forgotten about his rhyme scheme requirement. I did a rispetto and then a quintella...no, I cannot imagine going through something like that, but it happens all the time. :(

Constance La France March 9, 2015 at 8:22 AM Rhonda, this is a lovely poem, the skill of writing is a special blessing that nothing can take away, even poverty, well done and thanks for visiting my poem, Oh why . . . .

Anna Hopper March 9, 2015 at 7:31 AM Beautiful!!!

Anne-Lise Andresen March 9, 2015 at 4:36 AM - What a wonderful poem, beautiful tribute Rhonda !! (a 7 ) - I wish you a lovely new week :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

John Fleming March 9, 2015 at 2:48 AM Damn - i forgot the seven! There we go - A well earned "7"!! :)

John Fleming March 9, 2015 at 2:46 AM Superbly done, Rhonda! I knew when i saw the title that it was going to be good...you did not disappoint - Excellent, and a "7"!! Best regards! :) john.

Connie Marcum Wong March 9, 2015 at 1:40 AM A sublime tribute to Caroline Rhonda!Poetry is life for some and in contrast ends up being death to others. But what poet can't help to delve into both! Excellent! 7