Lin Lane Poet Rondeau

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Eight Words 2 Contest hosted by Joseph May ~ August 12, 2024

On Dreary Morns

On dreary morns when rain is nigh
I'm weary of the misty sky
when Autumn's season comes to call
and russet leaves begin to fall.
To Summer I whisper, "Goodbye."

The lilacs petals wilt and die.
Blustery winds cause me to sigh.
Can't cajole them to stop or stall
on dreary morns.

No slumber when things are awry.
Maybe an etching I should try.
Strumming my guitar won't forestall
time that now has come to a crawl.
Foul weather I can't mollify
on dreary morns.

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Sara Kendrick September 2, 2024 at 4:02 AM Congratulations on your winning work in Joseph's contest. Way to go. Thanks for sharing your creative talent with us. Sara K

Beata Agustin August 29, 2024 at 7:47 AM Wow! Congratulations! Thanks for sharing this... God bless you.

thriveni c mysore August 28, 2024 at 4:55 AM congratulations dear poet. cheers. Lin Lane August 28, 2024 at 6:14 AM Thank you very much.

Karen Jones August 27, 2024 at 8:11 AM Yaaaay I am thrilled for you! Congratulations on your win Lin! Lin Lane August 27, 2024 at 2:24 PM Thanks, Karen, and to you, as well.

Joseph May August 27, 2024 at 7:35 AM Congrats on your win Lin, Wonderful write Lin Lane August 27, 2024 at 2:23 PM Thank you, Joseph. I appreciate my lines having been added to your winning list.

Abdullah Alhemaidy August 17, 2024 at 11:29 PM Great read! Lin Lane August 27, 2024 at 2:23 PM Thank you, AA.

Terry Flood August 13, 2024 at 4:25 PM I have no idea what a Rondeau is, Lin, and I don’t really care because this reads just great whatever the specs suggest. That was one disjointed (no offence, Joseph) set of words and you wove them together seamlessly. If you hadnt hi-lighted the words I wouldn't have guessed you were sticking to a preordained criteria. Nice one. I’m sure you’ll place high. Terry Lin Lane August 27, 2024 at 2:23 PM Thank you very much for your words of praise, or encouragement that I even know what a Rondeau is, Terry. you can write any form if you want to.

Daniel Henry Rodgers August 13, 2024 at 5:45 AM Dear Lin, It is always fun to read your poems and I love that you take those words and give them meaning. How great is that! Do you actually play the guitar? I play most days and my granddaughters love it. I hope you do well in the contest! - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel Lin Lane August 13, 2024 at 6:29 AM I am not musically inclined at all, Daniel, other than singing when no one can hear me. lol Thanks for always reading me and leaving your thoughts.

David Kavanagh August 13, 2024 at 1:55 AM Well Lin, you certainly did a great job weaving these disparate group of words together seamlessly into a wonderful Rondeau, got to be a great one for contest, cheers David Lin Lane August 13, 2024 at 3:56 AM I saw the words and had the same thought, but it was the challenge that made me give them a try. Thanks a bunch for thinking it works, David. Rondeau is not a form I've written a lot, so we shall see.

Tom Cunningham August 12, 2024 at 9:23 PM I don't mind too much when summer bows out as I love the autumn, the rain, not so much. Already the leaves are starting to change here. Tom Lin Lane August 13, 2024 at 3:55 AM Autumn is also my favorite season, like you, Tom, but I wanted to use "when leaves begin to fall." lol It's still too darn hot here. Thanks, Tom.

Eileen Manassian August 12, 2024 at 8:31 PM Good luck in the contest, Lin. Loved that first stanza. Though I love winter, there's something very tragic about the end of summer. I like your use of imagery in this piece. God job! Lin Lane August 13, 2024 at 3:54 AM I don't mind leaving Summer behind. It's been temps of near 100 for weeks so, Autumn will be a welcome change. Thanks for the review and good wishes, Eileen.