WD Poetic Form Challenge: Rondine

I’m hoping to announce the winner of the seguidilla poetic form challenge sometime next week, but in the meantime, I hope you’re ready for the next WD Poetic Form Challenge: Rondine!

Find the rules for writing rondines here. It’s a French 12-liner that is similar to the roundeau. Plenty of rhymes and refrains.

So start writing them and sharing here on the blog (this specific post) for a chance to be published in Writer’s Digest magazine–as part of the Poetic Asides column. (Note: You have to log in to the site to post comments/poems; creating an account is free.)

Here’s how the challenge works:

  • Challenge is free. No entry fee.
  • The winner (and sometimes a runner-up or two) will be featured in a future edition of Writer’s Digest magazine as part of the Poetic Asides column.
  • Deadline 11:59 p.m. (Atlanta, GA time) on October 28, 2018.
  • Poets can enter as many rondines as they wish. The more “work” you make for me the better, but remember: I’m judging on quality, not quantity.
  • All poems should be previously unpublished. If you have a specific question about your specific situation, just send me an e-mail at robert.brewer@fwmedia.com. Or just write a new rondine. They’re fun to write; I promise.
  • I will only consider rondines shared in the comments below. It gets too confusing for me to check other posts, go to other blogs, etc.
  • Speaking of posting, if this is your first time, your comment may not appear immediately. However, it should appear within a day (or 3–if shared on the weekend). So just hang tight, and it should appear eventually. If not, send me an e-mail at the address above.
  • Please include your name as you would like it to appear in print. If you don’t, I’ll be forced to use your user/screen name, which might be something like HaikuPrincess007 or MrLineBreaker. WD has a healthy circulation, so make it easy for me to get your byline correct.
  • Finally–and most importantly–be sure to have fun!

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96 thoughts on “WD Poetic Form Challenge: Rondine

  1. Troy DeFrates

    Self Deception

    You are fooling yourself to your own end
    self-deception begins with a small lie
    rules no longer apply, for you they bend
    not hearing the truth, you no longer try.
    Tell the lies often enough you will see
    they become your own truth that you believe.
    You are fooling yourself

    Reality through your eyes is a prism
    boxing you in, building your own prison.
    Your reality is in question now
    your performance is great, please take a bow.
    You are fooling yourself

  2. Nikki Markle

    “To Be”

    They want us to be seen, not heard,
    Look nice and smile, don’t rock the boat
    They say and they whistle and we gird
    Our loins against these lines so blurred.
    It’s only locker talk we’re assured.
    Boys will be boys. Just sowing oats.
    They just want us.

    No longer held down by this third
    World mindset, learning the rules by rote.
    Asleep for so long, now we’re all woke.
    They think us weaker. How absurd.
    They just want us to be.

    – Nikki Markle

  3. Nikki Markle

    “To Be”

    They want us to be seen, not heard,
    Look nice and smile, don’t rock the boat
    They say and they whistle and we gird
    Our loins against these lines so blurred.
    It’s only locker talk we’re assured.
    Boys will be boys. Just sowing oats.
    They just want us.

    No longer held down by this third
    World mindset, learning the rules by rote.
    Asleep for so long, now we’re all woke.
    They think us weaker. How absurd.
    They just want us to be.

  4. PressOn

    HIGH GROUND

    High on a hill, it calls to me,
    the place where dreams go forth to die;
    the place where, once, my love and I
    believed our hearts would ever be
    at home, above the shushing sea.
    But no, we lived a cobalt lie
    high on a hill

    that sang a whispered threnody.
    I know I’ll go there, by and by,
    because I must determine why
    a searching soul must bend the knee
    high on a hill.

    — William Preston

  5. Troy DeFrates

    Milestones

    A stake in the ground marks a date
    the end of an era to see
    some mark the end with your own mate
    from the harsh words you are set free.
    No longer a match or a pair
    venturing alone, if you dare.
    A stake in the ground

    This is the end to say goodbye
    gave it our all, more than a try.
    Some relationships just must end
    to each their own way, we do send.
    A stake in the ground

  6. Tracy Davidson

    Every Single Time

    Every single time he raised his hand
    she wished she had kept silent and obeyed.
    She lived her life uncertain and afraid,
    his temperament was hard to understand.
    He spoke to her with voice of cold command,
    his fists could be as brutal as a blade
    every single time.

    At any slight his anger would expand,
    he made her pay for each mistake she made.
    She was the easy game on which he preyed.
    Against pale skin dark bruises were his brand
    every single time.

  7. lsteadly

    Time To Go

    According to the geese it is time
    to say goodbye to these long summer days
    marked by lazy heat and humid haze
    fine eves on the porch, your hand in mine
    for now the leaves descend sublime
    their golden hues all but castaways
    according to the geese

    winter rings in her moody grays
    on the arctic’s windblown chimes
    her gusts committing reckless crimes
    against all who dare to stay
    according to the geese

    Lisa L Stead

  8. Niharia

    Landscape of Your Soul – By Moira nicholson

    Paint me a landscape: All that you see
    Not what the camera’s snapshot shows
    But how the world and your conscious flows
    Your personal panoply.
    I enjoy the alchemy
    In images you juxtapose.
    Paint me a landscape.

    You’re unique; I’ll let you be
    The master craftsperson who knows
    How your own sense of beauty flows
    Like vines around a tree.
    Paint me a landscape.

    I have a question. When I first came across this form on another website, it was split into three stanzas, with a line break after the fourth line (Thus making it abba abR abbaR, where the refrain is still the first half of the first line). Is that format any more or less traditional?

  9. PressOn

    FULFILLING THE CYCLE

    When love is done there is no need
    to weep or curse the dying sun,
    for love is never one on one
    but is communion, ever freed
    when fate follows another creed;
    new love, thenceforth, is soon begun
    when love is done.

    To nurture every wayward seed
    love flows as freshening streamlets run;
    it must be so, love must spare none,
    for way leads on to way indeed
    when love is done.

    — William Preston

  10. Haikutopia

    October Mourning
    by Sari Grandstaff

    Autumn leaves falling can be trite
    After all, it happens each year
    Seasonal shift into high gear
    Just letting go without a fight
    Into ever-lengthening night
    Unhinging from the branches’ tier
    Autumn leaves

    Apples’ fall from trees – a short flight
    But leaves they scatter far and near
    Like ashes from the soul they tear
    Memory’s strings – a tugging kite
    Autumn leaves

    (hopefully got it right now – I apologize)

  11. Haikutopia

    October Mourning
    by Sari Grandstaff
    Autumn leaves falling can be trite
    After all, it happens each year Seasonal shift into high gear
    Just letting go without a fight Into ever-lengthening night Unhinging from the branches’ tier
    Autumn leaves

    Apples’ fall from trees – a short flight
    But leaves they scatter far and near
    Like ashes from the soul they tear Memory’s strings – a tugging kite Autumn leaves

    (maybe third post will get the line breaks?)

  12. Haikutopia

    October Mourning
    by Sari Grandstaff
    Autumn leaves falling can be trite After all, it happens each year Seasonal shift into high gear Just letting go without a fight Into ever-lengthening night Unhinging from the branches’ tier Autumn leaves

    Apples’ fall from trees – a short flight But leaves they scatter far and near Like ashes from the soul they tear Memory’s strings – a tugging kite Autumn leaves
    (re-posted because something happened with the formatting in the first post?)

  13. Haikutopia

    October Mourning
    by Sari Grandstaff

    Autumn leaves falling can be trite After all, it happens each year Seasonal shift into high gear Just letting go without a fight Into ever-lengthening night Unhinging from the branches’ tier Autumn leaves

    Apples’ fall from trees – a short flight But leaves they scatter far and near Like ashes from the soul they tear Memory’s strings – a tugging kite Autumn leaves

  14. PressOn

    SHYSTERS OF THE WATERFRONT

    Terrapin, Turtle, and Tortoise went out
    to drum up some business on Piscaburgh Pier
    and, hoping for customers fishing the weir,
    wore fishermen’s togs so that no one could doubt
    that they were attorneys who loved shad and trout.
    Otherwise, no one would ever come near
    Terrapin, Turtle, and Tortoise.

    They prospered at first, even worked up some clout,
    but it soon became clear they were never sincere
    so some folks suggested they should disappear,
    and that’s all my brain can remember about
    Terrapin, Turtle, and Tortoise.

    — William Preston

  15. Troy DeFrates

    Perspective

    I wish I could see myself through your eyes
    a perspective seen by your point of view
    have I been living behind my own lies?
    Is what I think of myself real and true?
    I would look for the traits that I could change
    To be a better man, to rearrange.
    I wish I could see

    Thoughts are skewed when I look in the mirror
    I see only that I wish to be shown.
    From your advantage I could see clearer
    See the faults I have not really known.
    I wish I could see

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