Fleeting Fall Memories #Fall #poetry

Bent Over a Rondeau #atozchallenge #poetry #photography

 

That long forgotten old oak tree

bent in abjection’s misery

no longer watered by the farm

planks torn off  the old wooden  barn

an era’s ending not so pretty

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A place  once full of life and green

where  fledglings flap and  fly  with glee

never a worry of their harm

that long forgotten old oak tree

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Those young ones  on a climbing spree

no need for old folks  groan nor plea

welcome were gangly legs and arms

faithful to hear us spin our yarns

during games it was always free

that long forgotten old oak tree

 

The Old Barn

Do you have memories of a faithful climbing tree??

 

The Rondeau named after the French word for “round,”  is characterized by the repeating lines of the  refrain (rentrement), and the two rhyme sounds throughout.

The rondeau’s form is not difficult to recognize; it is composed of fifteen lines, eight to ten syllables each, divided  into a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet. The rentrement consists of the first few words or the entire first line of the first stanza, and it recurs as the last line of both the second and third stanzas. Two rhymes guide the music of the rondeau, whose rhyme scheme is as follows (R representing the refrain): aabba aabR aabbaR.

Thanks to Poets.Org for the information about the rondeau

Have a try at the rondeau it is a fun form to play with.

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 “Spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poems.”

~Rainer Maria Rilke

photo-challenge-abandoned #haiku #photography #agriculture

busy yesterdays

windmills talking to the sky

today – silent hinges

Today’s prompt for the photo challenge is Abandoned. I think there is beauty and sadness in the abandoned barns in the Central Valley.

Discover beauty and mystery in these works of photography:

Conflicted #poetry #photography

Empty Fields

John Deere

Unhinged

Fall harvest

The Old Barn

I stand in a wedge of conflict

between the familiar now old 

white washed plastic

new and cold

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I behold a world

slipping away

horses, fields

tractors  only on display

The cavernous barns

where we once climbed

are now derelict

  broken, gray in decline

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a world that was wild

once free and grand

is caught up in bargains

fenced in land

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 senses  affronted

as I cross the highway of life

buildings emblazoned with red circles

Flashing lights blind my sight

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Go!  turn your backs

on the world of old charm

give up expansive  fields 

 embrace plastic, metal, car alarms

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I am posting this poem today with Poetry Pantry where poets get to share old and new poetry.

This poem was originally posted in July 2010. I did a little restructuring but I hope  the conflict between an old more stable world versus a more static plastic world is still conveyed.