I cleverly consigned time to a glass,
with sifts of sand I'm always there to turn.
It's endless, and it's been my main concern.
I watch it closely as it comes to pass.
My school days were devoted all to class.
(though Spring and Summer offered time to burn)
I cleverly consigned time to a glass,
with sifts of sand I'm always there to turn.
But time is not a steady marching path;
it craves quick pace, when I for leisure yearn.
It turns out I'm but grains left in an urn,
and all can read my poignant epitaph:
"I cleverly consigned time to a glass"
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Rondel
A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.
Example:
A Rondel for Margarita
On the carousel, on a summer's day,
As the rest of the fairground goes gliding by,
We coast together, now low, now high,
But how quickly the moment slips away.
She laughs at the music, elfin and fey,
She laughs for joy at the sapphire sky,
On the carousel, on a summer's day,
As the rest of the fairground goes gliding by.
How sweet her delight in simple play,
Someday, without me, she'll take to the sky,
Brave little fledgling, ready to fly.
We must hold these moments while we may
On the carousel, on a summer's day.
Copyright © 2004 Gail Kavanagh |
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Rondel Poetry
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