Fragrant is the wind that bathes me Pecks on cheeks and knee caresses Pooled at my feet, toes it teases Orange, red, and golden, I see Past the tall steeple of the church From the bookend, that is my porch Hums a tune that never oldens That the chickens and the rooster Find it quite a slumber booster And my soul listens beholden. Held close in your arms, we downplay Our gift of this life every day There’s nowhere else I’d rather be But here, regaled in sunset haze When soon to you, I turn my gaze Fragrant is the wind that bathes me Orange, red, and golden, I see Hums a tune that never oldens And my soul listens beholden There’s nowhere else I’d rather be *** © 2022 selmamartin.com
Shadow Poetry– Invented Poetry Forms: A Constanza
Today, Björn is hosting at dVerse’s Meet the bar and asks that we try our hand
at a poetic form created by Connie Marcum Wong in 2007.
Björn tells us that a Constanza - consists of at least 5 three-line stanzas written in iambic tetrameter (8 syllables and four feet). - The first lines of each of the 5 stanzas form an independent poem (hence with at least 5 lines), - In each 3-line-stanza the ending couplets should rhyme and expand on the topic on the first line. - The internal poem given by the first lines should be reinforced by being written in monorhyme (all lines should rhyme with each other) - The rhyme scheme is, therefore: a/b/b a/c/c, and so on. - The poem should end with the internal poem.
I gave it a try and have presented you with my first Constanza. Hope you enjoyed it.
Lovey Image by klickblick from Pixabay
Thanks for reading and I wish you miracles.
I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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I am smiling at that tune where the chickens and rooster slumber. Love this place where I am regaled in sunset haze. Fragrant indeed is the wind.
So pleased you read, dear Grace. And so glad you liked those places where I highlight the ordinary beauty that exists for all of us. I bless you. xoxo
Your profile says much about seeing beauty in the ordinary … and is reflected in your Constanza.
Hey, Helen. Thanks so much for mentioning my profile. Yes. So much to love in the ordinary. I appreciate the visit and comment. Stay blessed, dear one.
This is truly a beauty. 🤩💞
I love your perspective, dear Daphny. Don’t change. I bless you. xoxo
I won’t, bless you too dear Selma. xoxo
I very much enjoy the journey through your poem and your wonderful conclusion. Very good energy coming out of this one, Selma.
Hi, Lisa. I am so pleased you saw and enjoyed the simplicity. I appreciate the visit and comment. Stay blessed. xoxo
You’re very welcome, Selma.
Love the fragrance of your words, Selma. ❤️
So glad you did, Punam. There is a real undisputed fragrance and I know you know it too. Bless you.
So I do! You are so welcome.
Delightful work, Selma!
Thanks, Ingrid. I send you blessings across the miles. Stay sweet.
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How lovely is this! My favourite bit:
>we downplay
>Our gift of this life every day
I also very much enjoyed the white letter on red. Sends you all the love.
Thanks, dear friend. Glad you read. Yes, that red background called to me. Stay sweet and I wish you miracles.
gorgeous work Selma!
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Delighted you read, dear Cindy. I bless you. xoxo
Always a treat my friend! 💖💖
A lovely sunset with the one you love…beautifully written!
Lynn, it pleases me so that you read and enjoyed it. Thanks for the lovely support, dear one. Blessings…
I loved the imagery, it was like the whispers of a rainbow 😊
A whisper. So lovely what you saw. Bless you.
Oh my heart this is incredibly gorgeous writing, Selma 😀 I especially love; “Orange, red, and golden, I see/Past the tall steeple of the church/
From the bookend, that is my porch.”💝💝
Thanks so much, Sanaa. Your words inspire. Thank you.
Love those chicken and rooster… and those wonderful colors… well done.
Thanks so much, Bjorn. I appreciate you here.