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Wreathed and Unwreathed SonnetsWreathed poetry is simply a natural blending of English poetry with the Celtic Welsh. Its creator George Herbert was born into a wealthy artistic family in Wales and later was educated in Trinity College, Cambridge and was unpublished until after his death. It is believed that his poem A Wreath was inspired by the Welsh form Englyn cryrch which uses an internal rhyme scheme with an external one. Remembering that Herbert was formerly an accademic and would have been aware of the sonnet, but it would not be formalised during Herberts lifetime and so in The Wreath he gives his own version of the sonnet:
The octave in reality is two Quatrains linked by the internal rhyme, and similarly the sestet If the octave is linked to the sestet by an internal rhyme, then it should be presented as a fourteen (14) line poem, and if not then as an eight (8), six (6). Like the Petrarch sonnet, no meter would have been set, so that is left to the discretion of the poet. The basic form is thus:
The same rules apply to the Un- wreath sonnet as the previous wreath forms, you will also notice in this one, the sestet has been linked to the octave. Here is the basic rhyme scheme:
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Un/Wreathed Sonnet Challenge
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Terry ClitheroeThere are sounds of morning awakening again Once again the birds help me open my eyes I surmise the sun's warmth's awoke my brain As I attain normality I look over with surprise. My prize lying there well within your dreams Those dreams could involve me, I'm loath to drop We would not swap our nocturnal extremes But can love have extremes, why should we stop? I look up to the skies see shadows cast by the moon Then from the moon to you and the shadows there No harsh black and white there cruelly hewn Stead the moon highlights you especially your hair. And so I'm trapped there within this morning Noticing how I fall deeper with each dawning.  ----- Forever Autumn Through autumn leaves we still pick our way We will always love this time of year The path is unclear but we will have all day There is no dismay we have the sun to steer That golden sphere will always be there It knows we care, and for us will ever shine. Yet pine leaves fall and leaves the trees all bare We care but this is always natures design. And fine if t'would be forever autumn with me So we could spend forever living this way Instead one day a cold new world we'd see It has to be, so that spring in full array We'll say "g'day" to all new life born And born it will be seeing new leaves adorn.  ----- Gloria Della Luna I The Dying Moon Only a thin dying moon rises in the sky I still see it lighten the Jacaranda leaves The darkness heaves, it is no longer an ally Not shy in removing thoughts my eyes perceive And receives the truth that my heart believes. The conceived half-hearted light brings remorse Of course welcoming the more delightful eves Leaving a soul more willing to stay its course. Being content with the course of the future My humour smiles realising there's a change A change or cycle that's good for any user All who love her do not consider it strange Arranging it so they are not seen as an abuser A user sometimes needs an advisor.  II The New Moon The new moon tonight has ridden up on high It's brightened rays send forth silver sheaves Leaving the shadowy side, waving goodbye 'til dawns cry to turn blue, and darkness leaves. To disappear until night once again receives The eve creating a memory of a growing force Created of course by two lovers who conceive A unity of soul wanting more to stay its course. Each night the moon becomes larger, lighter Brighter still grows their feelings of affection Soul sharing as the Moon and love comes brighter Feelings become tighter in loves direction Whilst the moons direction make her brighter still It always will, passion and emotion pay the bill.  III The Full Moon The full moons light cries out to the nightingale Who skyward sails from moon to golden morn Too soon the night and time will no longer prevail But soon again the night time will hail another one. In that special time the golden moon will reign She is unaware of the beginning and end of man Of roads and, empty cities where life has drained The moon ignores the stain, moving on as only she can. With each new moon she sees lovers plight their troth Worth all to them, but the moon has seen all before But other creatures live by her, aware of their worth A worth that is paid for by the phrase "To Care" A fair waning gibbous, the mature moon moves on A swan song now, the light going, then light is gone.  ----- A Journey Let us light a candle and watch the flicker grow But grow as it may, the flame can be no match. What could be a match for heat that we both know, And have known on all of our eternal watch. That watch we kept, creating such a flaming glow A glow that even a flaming sun can only try to catch, But even if the sun were to catch it, as we know Without a lover, like a candle there could be no match. What of night you ask when sleep welcomes dark? Is not dark also the antithesis of light Will not that lack of light destroy a budding spark A spark that was created to cause love to ignite Igniting in darkness causing lovers to embark On the greatest journey on the blackest night.  ----- Killed My life is dark and so quiet now Now almost feeling like the grave A graver love as deaf as death A wreath is that release I crave? Within that grave of dark despair The tears have no longer cause to flow Nothing grows here but who's to care Who dares a barren love, where naught can grow? You know time spent with you amounts to naught You went regardless of my thoughts and dreams My promises and schemes you never sought Now I need be taught about loves extremes Now by any means I must learn to survive The rules to live and stay alive.  ----- Lanterns I have three lanterns that hang over my door The first you cannot ignore, the light from the past; Or go past the present that light we should explore. Some instead look ahead for what will soon be passed. And move too fast and miss important things Then soon in missing them, it brings a deep regret That cycle of regret, and worry for what life may bring A thing of misery and a life that is too upset. Pause awhile don't be too set in your ways, relax! Relax and enjoy the present, sniff the flowers Before Autumn devours them. Face life's facts! We all walk on tracks, sometimes there are showers Showers are Natures kisses, don't get a brolly out of your packs Interact with the rain and bless the coming hours.  ----- Magic I feel your hearts beat and count each one Each one a magnet that draws me closer to you. Like a Cobra you fascinate me, what have I done Done or perhaps will do, curious what's your brew? Ask your heart what you want for your future And is there a future for us? I'd love to think so Watch the flow of life, I promise you pleasure Something to treasure that I certainly know. Wave your wand so; and all you wish’ll come true Satisfied in all you do, contentment was your goal Above the whole the smiling moon enjoys her view Whilst seeing nothing new she always enjoys it all The magic of the time called fall each year, not new When Summer says "Adieu" and now it's Winter call!  ----- My Wings My wings shall cover the tapestried earth And the wide girth of the blue green sea Flying high seeing the sun at it's birth The worlds birth below in my apogee. My wings in glee ride the silken morn Patterning the torn, silent and sunlit sky That lies under Cancer and Capricorn Hiding my scorn flying where birds cannot fly. My wings envy the height of the sun Feeling one with the conquered mountain Where certain cloud pennants are undone Led and ruled by me as their sovereign. My wings again are covering the world In curled clouds across continents unfurled  ----- Out of a void Out of a void my love has grown Grown from cosmic speck, a minute grain From nothing a seed then a chain was sown Finitely thrown it grew this heavenly domain No stain of wood, nor steel, nor brick or stone There's nothing known to shelter from harm But a calm and pulsing heart of flesh alone Made of love alone to protect and warm A timeless form you have won my heart With a celestial art that has won my soul Two souls that time or distance can never part No longer apart love's created us whole In loves roll I am fully devoted to thee Committed to be with you for all eternity  ----- Voices I don't hear the voices anymore More have gone and all is gloom But soon they will be back for sure Sure they'll let me out of this room. To resume the acts of death I adore Sure they helped plot another's doom. In this room I don't hear voices anymore Not sure they've gone but there is gloom. The given medication I carefully ignore And store them because they assume That the drugs soon make me snore. I score, and'll wait until I'm out this room. They assume I don't hear voices anymore It's war when I'm gone there will be gloom.  ----- Waiting for a Day Because I could not stop for death Death left me to my own device A device that looked for one of wealth This means I put death on the ice That kiss of ice and that final breath The final breath I've now missed twice Perhaps I have some magic sheath A sheath which retains my life's dice Suffice, one day I'll feel that gentle tap A tap heralding my soul's timely end An end from this my earthly lap A lap that will give me time to send That I intend to take that final nap And clap and greet him like an old friend.  back to list |
Divena CollinsI sit here within limbo not dark nor light but twilight not a thing lies in between unseen shadows disappear before night no Insight shall venture near wolverine wild and mean upon an intensity of fear to appear once again as demonic beasts that feast upon those that sound severe yet unclear of harmony to say the least increased within the dark Satanic moon too soon the forest glade shall ever hide the pride of wild wolfsong in-commune in tune with nature`s presence inside will not divide the truth within the mind that binds a wayward beast to mankind.  ----- Future Cast Some time ago there came a man of the cloth of Goth he was with hair as black as a ravens neath satans many moons of demons sloth upon wroth fiery dreadlocks grew unshaven this graven image sparked the fire's of evil his will shall not break that of a devils fire for empire's of doom shall serve him well within hell they shall fire the coals of a pire destiny shall decide earths future solution a fusion united from the present unfurled this world returns upon a new evolution a re-union of future from past uncurled past being led for the future generations the pollution from ancestors finally cast.  ----- May It Be She arose 'midst a storm of ancient lore as before she had called forth his name to reclaim passion they had once more here ashore their love held no shame so tame now are waves of the ocean wild emotions of storms had passed vast the wave that had taken devotion a motion the future had come to pass alas his spirit dwells in the stars thereof her love for him shall linger thro' eternity the serenity of her faith shall rise above her beloved remains ever unto posterity reality of the unknown shall ever be free as blessed be from the depth of the sea.  May It Be - Dewatiart - Deviant Art ----- Mystic Dream A past spell of unforgotten celtic dreams that seems to linger within a broken heart apart it is then to know what love means screens ever of intention from cupids dart from start it was shown within loving eyes no disguise shall ever be hidden from love yet above all feelings shall speak of no lies but arise forth to capture what eyes prove remove's no enticement of a lovers touch for much stored within memories that last that cast future charms deep within as such to vouch for endless love from future past that shall outlast through endless certainty within serenity that may ever be eternity.  ----- Nordic Raven A raven`s song shall bring forth the key 'Tis he who unlocks the ancient tower His power of wisdom shall set all free To see within insight neath the bower A flower like gem of a mystical charm No harm may come of a runic insight Upon right and justified magical balm That calms the mind when time is right Bearing meditated chants unto Odin God within the germanic warriors race That grace the pagan lands of the norse Upon course of the ravens fleeting pace To brace the gem that unlocks the source Remorse shall not be a vikings embrace.  ----- Plum Pudding Pond All was not well in plumb pudding pond far beyond within the Cumbrian valley to tarry awhile maybe hard to abscond the bonds of strangers shall not marry but carry on in a trance of their own all alone a friend they shall not need a breed and species of the unknown prone to plumb pud with avid greed be well aware of the locals in conflict for strict controls shall ever be bidden the hidden scroll was that of an addict nicked while sauntering forth stridden upon the fen of the Cumbrian district depicts the beauty that was hidden.  ----- Spirts Flow When two spirits shall flow as one let none other share this wonder nor ponder when the day is done not alone shall two spirits wander nor squander time spent together whatever the reason is meant to be free yet tarred of the same feather whether time spent love may foresee to agree with what they dream about and shout to the highest roof tops puts stops to poetic words of lore but more they may beg for the best blessed within no words stressed caressed gently bears no protest.  ----- Storm Cloud Wind storm come gather around my girth within mirth to frolic freely as memries past that cast frivolity of youthful times since birth upon earth`s prairie as hooves and turves cast but lasts not eternal freedom of a sacred land for a band of ancient chiefs within their plight that fight to the end to gain their oath to stand hand to hand together they pledge that right when sight of the buffalo had ceased survival no revival may return what the past has lost the cost being too great for a futuristic arrival no rival shall amend what was needed most but the ghost of Storm Cloud within his form rode the storm as his blood grew warm.  ----- Storm Of Nantucket All aboard the great ship to Nantucket a bucket of shell fish shall be as free if thee ocean waves shall calmly let and yet tough it is to sail the salt sea that agree with the currents that flow but know the danger that lies ahead sea beds of weeds may grow far below on show that only a novice may dread which is why sailors do shanties sing to bring the oceanic fears unto a halt the salt of the ocean shall ever bring upon wings of seagulls a final exalt a default that ceased a natural thing no zing within a wind storms assault.  ----- Tanglewood Glade Nothing has changed in tangle wood glade within shade and dappled sunlight rays tranquil days within birdsong serenade a cascade of autumn leaves all ablaze.. wayside paths of soft whispering boughs to arouse serenity from a soothing mind of a kind that this peacefullness allows which grows to a deep content entwined so defined within tranquility that fly`s far cries from the busy motorway scene where unseen have the past times gone by may rely not upon a grass verge of green so serene the visions of the past that was to pause within memory as future draws.  art by Helen Allingham 1848-1926 back to list |
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