Okay, all you out there. I'm actually going to put something here. Whoop dee doo.
I wrote this during church today. It was meant as a mindless activity, which I usually do during church to help me concentrate on the lesson, but it was a bit more involving than I thought. Anyway....
I wrote a paradelle. For those of you whom I have not explained this poem's format to, I shall do so now, in the words of Billy Collins: "It is a poem of four six-line stanzas in which the first and second lines, as well as the third and fourth lines of the first three stanzas, must be identical. The fifth and sixth lines, which traditionally resolve these stanzas, must use all the words from the preceding lines and only those words. Similarly, the final stanza must use every word from all the preceding stanzas and only those words."
Note: I actually found out that Billy Collins made up the form of the paradelle. It isn't an medieval French poetry form after all.
So here it is. Tell me what you think.
Paradelle- 1918
All’s the wind of the love throbbing.
All’s the wind of the love throbbing.
To the heart, the slug of more.
To the heart, the slug of more.
The heart to the slug of the wind.
All’s the love of more throbbing.
Away on the sky, western well.
Away on the sky, western well.
The necklace had, hearkens to front.
The necklace had, hearkens to front.
Well, necklace, away on the front,
Had hearkens to the western sky.
No spoken morning so shattered, drossy.
No spoken morning so shattered, drossy.
And awakened, the crow flies quiet.
And awakened, the crow flies quiet.
No drossy crow awakened flies so,
And shattered the morning, spoken quiet.
All’s quiet on the Western Front.
So well the crow had spoken.
The necklace shattered of the slug.
The heart-throbbing no more awakened.
Love hearkens to the drossy wind
And flies away to the sky of morning.
