Merril's challenge in the dverse poets pub ~ The Toddaid ~ Lines one and three have ten syllables; lines two and four have nine syllables. A syllable near the end of line one rhymes with a syllable in the middle of line two. A syllable near the end of line three rhymes with a syllable in the middle of line four.
when olive groves call, leaves dance in the breeze
pirouettes tease, whispers from the past
sunset traced messages, etchings on stone
theirs alone, as walls and towers stand guard.
Your toddaid reminds me of Italy, Helen, and I love the assonance in the rhymes, and especially:
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I thought of Italy, too. Lovely rhymes--"stone theirs alone." Thank you!
ReplyDeleteA lovely reflection Helen--fits the photo perfectly.
ReplyDeleteDearest Helen,
ReplyDeleteIndeed, walls and towers have stood guard for thousands of years in Italy.
Miss our Veneto region where we lived and worked...
Hugs,
Mariette
The magic of the ancients!!
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderfull scene presented that makes me think of summer and a mediterranean landscape.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Helen!
ReplyDeleteAn interesting structure, elegant too.
ReplyDeleteYour words complement the retro photo so well. Excellent!
Wonderful scene here, Helen!
ReplyDeleteSets the atmosphere beautifully, Helen, as memory and breezes and leaves dance! So absolutely lovely.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this, Helen. The magic of Mediterranean beautifully evoked.
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