Poetry, stories, art, and music from the desk of Jezzie G, a writer without a label
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Whimsical of Thinking
Form: Ivorian Sonnet 91— aa bcb dede deabc
Theme: Love Subject: Window
The mind’s eye sees through the curtained window
As reality fades into shadow
Slender branches of fantasy inspire
Day dreamers to see a different view
Amid copper leaves of autumn’s desire
Where a man feels the enchantment take hold
Within the orb visions of his own dream
Where everything is warm and the air cold
And sunlight dances with a lunar beam
Here where magic shines in all colours bold
When her kiss tastes of strawberries and cream
If only he could let reality go
As she lays with him by the midnight fire
For in her love he has what he needs know
©JezzieG2023
Gemini Dream
Album: Long Distance Voyager
Date: 1981
Genre: Soft Rock
Artist: The Moody Blues
The Moody Blues were a rock band formed in Birmingham, UK in 1964. The band came to attention with the single “Go Now” (1964) reached #1 in the UK charts and the US Top 10. The band went on hiatus in 1974 and reformed in 1977. The group’s sole continuous member was drummer Graeme Edge
The Rondelet is a French form that turns on a refrain and has two rhymes. The first, third, and seventh lines consist of four syllables and form the refrain. Lines two, fourth, fifth, and sixth lines consist of eight syllables.
The Rhyme scheme is AbAabbA
Example
Roasties Crunch by JezzieG
A Sunday lunch
While catching up with all they’ve done
A Sunday lunch
The laughter shared as roasties crunch
Recalling days when they were young
While dining alone; meal for one
A Sunday lunch
Peace
My soul, there is a country
Far beyond the stars,
Where stands a winged sentry
All skilful in the wars:
There, above noise and danger,
Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles,
And One born in a manger
Commands the beauteous files.
He is thy gracious friend,
And – O my soul, awake! –
Did in pure love descend,
To die here for thy sake.
If thou canst get but thither,
There grows the flower of Peace,
The Rose that cannot wither,
Thy fortress, and thy ease.
Leave then thy foolish ranges;
For none can thee secure,
But ONE who never changes,
Thy God, thy life, thy cure
Fever-brow
Form: Ivorian Sonnet 16 – aa bcb dede adceb
Theme: Love Subject: Washcloth
Together, forever; that’s still our ride
In sickness and health sweet love will abide
Now as I wiped the fever from your brow
It is my pleasure to be there to care
Not out of duty or any solemn vow
But my love in this moment is still true
Darling, there is nothing too much you ask
I’d do anything, anything for you
And I’ll try not to complain at the task
For better or worse I am by your side
I give you my all doing what I do
And you know I will always be right there
Forgive my tears but I can wear no mask
For you’re gone, what the hell do I do now?
©JezzieG2023
This was the woman
This was the woman; what now of the man?
But pass him. If he comes beneath a heel,
He shall be crushed until he cannot feel,
Or, being callous, haply till he can,
But he is nothing: – nothing? Only mark
The rich light striking out from her on him!
Ha! what a sense it is when her eyes swim
Across the man she singles, leaving dark
All else! Lord God, who madest the thing so fair,
So that I am drawn to her even now!
It cannot be such harm on her cool brow
To put a kiss? Yet if I meet him there!
But she is mine! Ah no! I know too well
I claim a star whose light is overcast;
I claim a phantom-woman in the past:
The hour has struck, though I heard not the bell
Jezzie G 