Rhyme Work

Since I wrote a “proper” triolet last week, see below,
I decided to change it up a little this week for fun.
Spot the violations? – there’s really only one or 1.5 🙂

VARIATION ON A TRIOLET


When you lose your way and can’t find a rhyme,
You should start again, you’ll agree that’s it.
You will call on friends to tell you it’s fine
When you lose your way and can’t find a rhyme.
Yes you need a trick as you’re short on time
But your mind demands you throw out that bit.
You might look around for ideas sublime
But you’ve lost your way, you can’t find a rhyme
You should start again, you’ll agree that’s it.

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A Triolet at Trianon

Le Petit Trianon Palace – A Historic Part of the Palace at Versailles
In the court of Louis XIV, his mistresses and ladies of the court would
dress as Shepherdesses (sort of Little Bo Peeps) with crooks and take to
the lawns pretending they were “country folk” where they would engage
in folk dancing and such.

 

The music framed the scenery
The flautist wore a dirndl dress
While garlands wound about each tree
The music framed the scenery
When Spring wore all her finery
The dancer dressed as shepherdess
Her partner only greenery
The music framed the scenery
With flautist in a dirndl dress

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OFF BROADWAY

The Show Must Go On – Posted for One Shoot Sunday by Jacob F. Lucas

The days of Studio 54 were over and Brooke
Shields has stopped playing Sally Bowles in
New York City where we wait for that
little blond chic in a cheerleader uniform
that ditzy girl who moved from Brazil to
Alabama seeking unusual relationships in a club
where Russians mix drinks with Californians
the dust in the back was still coated with coke
when a seagull flew over cherry blossom trees
outside & inside it set up a clamour while the
club dj licks her finger and promises to give good sleep to all
Some man in the corner is lecturing about texts
while the dancers on the floor move around iphones and
androids in a kind of musical chairphones to mix
partners and liquor blaming everything on parents
who warn this way only leads to social success
or dependence depending on how you look at it
Outside more people in coats are selling and simultaneously
warning against girl scout cookies and a girl in a brownie
hat is singing the theme from Six Feet Under
Oprah comes on a big screen and says thank you
in fourteen languages as she turns into a dove and
flies toward Africa then the dancing continues and a
voice says “do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips”
everyone falls on the floor and begins to wriggle before
rolling into a black circle rising up from the floor
which when caught in the laser lights proves to
be a trampoline and the music changes to
a duet of Selena Gomez and Justin Bieber moaning
in harmony perfectly on key and the people who got
up were able to walk all over those who stayed on
the mat in a kind of thrilling S&M re-enactment
of who’s waiting for good or just waiting or oh yeah,
that Godot guy who knew two bums on the road
would have the last laugh on an empty stage
so cold and considering there were buskers
in the subway with more talent,  I left.

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BLUE NORTHER BLOWING IN

Photo shot by me 1990 Pueblo de Taos

Clay baked bricks waken legends
where the people built
quick-lived spaces with
cave wrought skills.
Cooking outside,
wafting smells lured
trackers home. Their artisans
crafted images of deities with sand,
erected carved totems
depicting spirit guides.

Now flowers twine over the
adobe church wall.
Its towers stretch
toward a moving sky
crossing another route pounded
and danced on hardened earth.
A distant rumbling resounds
through space and rolls
down the edge of the Sierra Madre
stretching over the great high plains.
Those cool winds blow back
ghosts and dreams.

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clay baked bricks waken legends

where the people made

quick lived spaces through

cave wrought skills

cooked outside

arcing smells luring

trackers home leaving

images drawn in sand

placing carved totems

as spirit guides

flowers twine over the

adobe church wall

its towers stretch

toward a moving sky

crossing another route pounded

and danced on hardened earth

a distant rumbling resounds

through space and rolls

down the edge of the Sierra Madre

stretching over the great high plains

cool winds blow ghosts and dreams

© Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved