WD Poetic Form Challenge: Rondeau

Just what everyone needs: Another poetic challenge (in the middle of a poem-a-day challenge, no less).

For this Writer’s Digest Poetic Form Challenge, I’m asking poets to
write a rondeau. The rondeau is one of those fun and tricky French forms that personally I love. Click here to read my earlier post on how to write a rondeau.

As in previous challenges, the winner will be featured in a future issue of Writer’s Digest (the March/April 2011 issue to be precise).

The rondeau has some pretty strict rules, which can be both a good and bad thing. If you want to really test yourself, try writing a rondeau or two as part of your November PAD Chapbook Challenge. (Again, click on my earlier post if you need an example.)

Click here to read the general rules for the WD Poetic Form Challenge.

The deadline for the rondeau challenge is November 22, 2010. So get poeming French style today.

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60 thoughts on “WD Poetic Form Challenge: Rondeau

  1. Andrew Kreider

    On Hampstead Heath

    On Hampstead Heath, we watched the golden light
    Bewitch and then seduce the coming night.
    A space like this no lover wants to leave,
    When there is so much magic yet to weave,
    And so we walked home slowly, holding tight

    And laughing, as we tried to write
    The story of our future, just to fight
    For one last memory we could retrieve
    On Hampstead Heath.

    That was the place, in black and white,
    We promised it would be all right
    To let each other go, and grieve
    While many miles apart – and yet believe
    That we would one day reunite
    On Hampstead Heath.

  2. Jacqueline Hallenbeck

    Baby your poems

    If I am your baby, treat me as such
    I’m not ready yet; what’s with all the rush?
    edit and tighten, don’t yield to caprice
    for Goodness’ sake, I’m your masterpiece
    don’t quit on me or throw me in the trash

    Baby me, pamper me, heal every gash
    Piece me together, I will be a smash
    Once shared with the world, your fame will increase
    Who knows? I might even bring you some cash

    Deadline is here, it went in a flash
    You have done so well; it’s making me blush
    if we both win, I will give you a kiss
    will toast to our triumph; order chinese
    off we will go to our well-deserved bash
    What’s that you just said? Your computer crashed?

    (c) jh 11/22/10
    November PAD challenge 11/22: Write a poem that takes a stand

  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    Regret

    Mendra’s drawings I threw away.
    ‘We’ll go back another day,
    and get some better ones,’ I said.
    Three months later Mendra was dead,
    and we never returned that way.

    In gifted drawings he’d portray
    the things he had no speech to say
    from his deaf-mute, silenced head.
    Mendra’s drawings

    that he made for my kids in play
    and in love, on our final day,
    scribbled on scraps of a note-pad,
    turned out to be all that we had
    of the friend whom death took away …
    Mendra’s drawings.

    November PAD Challenge 210: 16/2
    Prompt: an unstacking poem

  4. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    Oh Golden Lad

    Oh golden lad, where are you now?
    I hope not gone to dust below
    the ground, or into the last fire.
    You were the all of my desire
    when you were young, so long ago.

    It was thirty-seven years ago
    we first locked eyes. How could we know
    that swift passion would not expire,
    oh golden lad?

    And yet we always had to go:
    too soon, too far each parting. So
    those flames were not to flare higher.
    Nor yet would they die down entire —
    as you too, if you live, will know,
    oh golden lad.

    November PAD Challenge 2010: 10
    Prompt: a love poem

  5. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    Leaving Bali
    I wasn’t ready yet to leave
    the tiny island, nor to grieve
    so heartbrokenly and so long
    as I knew I must. It was wrong,
    I said. Indeed, I still believe
    I wasn’t ready.

    For all my mourning, no reprieve
    was possible; I had to leave
    the colour, the fragrance, the song.
    I wasn’t ready

    to farewell new friends: either give
    them a last goodbye, or deceive
    them and me with, ‘It won’t be long.’
    My companion told me, ‘Be strong!’
    How optimistic, how naive —
    I wasn’t ready.

    November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2010: 2
    Prompt: a ‘not ready’ poem

  6. Michelle Hed

    You Don’t Need My Permission

    You will always have my permission
    to seek your passion, your ambition.
    To make, create and follow your dreams –
    to wish upon stars and chase moon beams.
    This should forever be your mission.

    There should not be, not one condition
    nor someone else’s lame rendition.
    You will follow your own lifelong schemes.
    Permission

    You will be your own technician,
    debugging your soulful emission.
    You will grace our lives with your own themes,
    you will dance, laugh or sing with extremes,
    you will write your own composition.
    Permission

  7. gambo

    INFATUATION

    TRUE LOVE
    THAT FIRST CRUSH
    WHEN I FELT THAT RUSH
    IT FELT AS PURE AS A DOVE
    THE BURN IN MY FACE
    THE COLD CHILLS
    THE HEAD SPINS
    AND THE HEART RACE
    infatuated

    IT’S LIKE AN UNQUENCHABLE FLAME
    I HAD SO MUCH TO EXPECT
    ‘COS YOU WERE LIKE MR. PERFECT
    "I AM DIFFERENT!" YOU CLAIMED
    WE MADE LOVE PASSIONATELY
    BUT AS TIME WENT BYE
    THINGS GOT VERY DRY
    I TRIED TO HANG ON DESPERATELY
    infatuated

    BUT MY FEELINGS GOT COLD
    I CAN NOT EXPLAIN
    HOW THINGS GOT SO PLAIN
    AND EVERYTHING FEELS SO OLD
    NOW I START TO DRIFT APART
    AND WE CAN’T FACE EACH OTHER
    SO I DECIDE TO FIND ANOTHER
    BUT IT FELT SO REAL FROM THE START…………….
    INFATUATION

  8. gambo

    INFATUATION

    TRUE LOVE
    THAT FIRST CRUSH
    WHEN I FELT THAT RUSH
    IT FELT AS PURE AS A DOVE
    THE BURN IN MY FACE
    THE COLD CHILLS
    THE HEAD SPINS
    AND THE HEART RACE
    infatuated

    IT’S LIKE AN UNQUENCHABLE FLAME
    I HAD SO MUCH TO EXPECT
    ‘COS YOU WERE LIKE MR. PERFECT
    "I AM DIFFERENT!" YOU CLAIMED
    WE MADE LOVE PASSIONATELY
    BUT AS TIME WENT BYE
    THINGS GOT VERY DRY
    I TRIED TO HANG ON DESPERATELY
    infatuated

    BUT MY FEELINGS GOT COLD
    I CAN NOT EXPLAIN
    HOW THINGS GOT SO PLAIN
    AND EVERYTHING FEELS SO OLD
    NOW I START TO DRIFT APART
    AND WE CAN’T FACE EACH OTHER
    SO I DECIDE TO FIND ANOTHER
    BUT IT FELT SO REAL FROM THE START…………….
    INFATUATION

  9. Heather Forkos

    The Affair

    I waited when he walked his dog at night
    beyond the street lamps’ fuzzy orange light.
    I drank his scent and held him in the dark,
    huddling in the damp amid the stark,
    spindly evergreens. Driving home, my grim plight

    was more real than the cars and traffic lights.
    <i>It’s so screwed up,</i> I thought, <i>but feels so right.</i>
    As hope like a comet dwindled to a quark,
    I waited

    with patience like a black hole sucking light.
    I clung as only a soulmate might,
    until I found myself back in the park,
    clutching a revolver in the frigid dark.
    Ready to surrender to the endless night,
    I waited.

  10. Heather Forkos

    Child of the Eighties

    Rainbow leg warmers, hand-me-downs,
    sun visors, ski caps, tiaras and crowns,
    corduroy jumpers and cotton tights,
    Care Bears sneakers with heels with lights,
    and paper-thin summer night gowns.

    I guess I could keep my rhinestone crown,
    so I try it on when no one’s around.
    Do my bright silky scarves dance like
    yesterday’s rainbow leg warmers?

    So with fondness I’m handing down
    some homemade mittens (caramel brown),
    my favorite red shirt with Rainbow Brite,
    my leotard, tap shoes, and pale pink tights.
    (I do love the sound of tiny legs bound
    in rainbow leg warmers.)

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