Thursday, 13 June 2013

Rondolet








Dverse

 AbAabbA

 La Douleur Exquise

it's not easy
pretending my love is on lease
it's not easy
being indifferent, breezy
nonchalant desperate for peace
is this torment never to cease
it's not easy

i'll write a book
in erotic  difficult verse
i'll write a book
to get my sweet self off the hook
expunge you in  words very terse
making a fortune for my purse
i'll write a book

i'll fall in love
with someone who is not a boor
i'll fall in love
with he who calls me darling dove
you wont hear from me anymore
i wont be knocking at your door
i'll fall in love
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17 comments:

  1. Brian Miller13 June 2013 at 19:46

    nice...
    you pack a lot of story into a few lines...
    pretending is never easy...esp in matters of the heart...

    think you dropped an s in the last line...

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  2. Cressida de Nova13 June 2013 at 20:24

    Thanks..I'm waiting around at the moment so I will write a second verse. You are so fast to respond...Jack be nimble:)

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  3. Anonymous14 June 2013 at 00:12

    A strong story told in a chain of rondelets. Nice job, Cressida.

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  4. TCPC14 June 2013 at 02:08

    Nice! they all stand out so well on their own and also touchbase on each other. I loved the strength here

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  5. brudberg14 June 2013 at 03:38

    Like your story and sentiment here. -- go on and renew

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  6. Mary14 June 2013 at 04:28

    All three verses are strong. This form definitely lends itself to your message, and your voice comes through clearly. I second Bjorn's thought: go and renew.

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  7. Jeff14 June 2013 at 05:24

    Very well done! There's no point in going through a troubled relationship if you can't fatten your purse from it. Nice!

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  8. ninotaziz14 June 2013 at 11:49

    Whoa Cressida! The sad love story made me forget the form.

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  9. Vanessa Victoria Kilmer14 June 2013 at 14:08

    This was fun and cheeky and full of attitude.

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  10. The Way of Dodo14 June 2013 at 18:54

    Just kick the twerp into touch and love the man you're with .... simple really. It's an act of will as much as emotion. The torment comes from holding on - let go!

    Ah, but then you are a poet!

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    1. Cressida de Nova14 June 2013 at 19:18

      And you are not ....Poetry is very whimsical in the stream of consciousness full of riddles.....not always autobiographical..only the poet knows and the rest is the reader's interpretation or perceived truth.
      Most of the stuff is fantasy to fit a form based on personal experiences or life observations. So there...Duckie:)

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    2. The Way of Dodo15 June 2013 at 16:00

      Ah, but we are all poets and I do know this. Why not 'spring clean' the psyche?

      (Do not 'Duckie' me, my good woman. I am a proud Dodo and there are few us remaining.)

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    3. Cressida de Nova15 June 2013 at 20:48

      My psyche is so clean you could eat your dinner off of it thank you very much...Duckiedoddles:)

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  11. Anonymous15 June 2013 at 02:14

    oh there's a lot in here - i love witnessing the 'process of thought'... of overcoming hurt and moving on. great use of the form, well done!

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  12. Anonymous15 June 2013 at 09:34

    I love the touch of whimsy and 'revenge' in your poem. :-)

    ~Imelda

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  13. Cressida de Nova15 June 2013 at 20:49

    Thank you for the nice comments everyone!

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  14. Unknown16 June 2013 at 08:31

    You got it going here, and made it look easy...so much fun for us to read...nice

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