Emile Pinet Poet Verse

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The French Retourne

The form is written using four quatrains.
Each line of the quatrain is eight syllables long.
There are no other requirement as to meter or rhyme.

The second line of the first stanza becomes the first line of the second stanza. The third line of the first stanza becomes the first line of the third stanza and the fourth line of the first stanza becomes the first line of the fourth stanza.

Cycle of Life

Life germinates in the springtime,
to blossom in summer's warm embrace.
And then autumn weaves its death shroud,
before winter snows entomb it.

To blossom in summer's warm embrace,
long days accelerate life's growth.
And plants prosper under the sun,
till shorter days diminish light.

And then autumn weaves its death shroud,
painted orange, crimson, and gold.
For life can no longer flourish
beyond Jack Frost's first deadly kiss.

Before winter snows entomb it,
life sows the seeds of tomorrow.
And morphs into the memory
of a moment that's come and passed.


(French Retourne)


11/24/2015

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Line Gauthier May 15, 2018 at 7:49 PM Lovely tribute to the cycle of life. Most appropriate title, Emile. Emile Pinet May 16, 2018 at 8:43 AM Thank you so much Line, your comments are most appreciated my friend, Emile.

Jan Allison November 24, 2015 at 1:40 PM beautifully penned Emile I have never tried this form:-) hugs jan xx Emile Pinet November 24, 2015 at 2:09 PM Thanks Jan, I appreciate your friendly visits. Emile.

Kevin Leake November 24, 2015 at 12:59 PM Enjoyed the cycle of life Emile, A great write, beautifully put!! Best Wishes Kevin Emile Pinet November 24, 2015 at 2:10 PM Thanks Kevin, I appreciate your kind words of support. Emile.

Eileen Manassian November 24, 2015 at 12:01 PM You are such an adept wordsmith, my dear. I don't know how you make things look so effortless. Lovely.... Emile Pinet November 24, 2015 at 2:12 PM Thanks Eileen, I bask in the glow of your praise. Emile.