talking Sestinas with josh

[Joan McCormick]

yes I have always liked this form. It is easy to write, yet very hard to do one well
I know I have others? but can’t remember where they are. More than likely gone in a computer meltdown. I think the trick after finding the end words is the willingness to change them if they don’t work so well in later verses. But r=the thing I have found with trying this form is the way once you have a head of steam up they almost write themselves. I think I posted this one before no need to waste time on it,

I just like talking to you lol Edit PS

I lifted ten words from your poem how about you do the same from mine and we get to pick six from the twenty and have a go. I promise I will vote you in as winner seeing as there is only two of us a bit like the old days

Melody
Where
Meet
Lead
Mark
Sing
Pines
Measure
Gain
never




Sestina for Peace

Blossoms on the battlements and keep
reminders of the spirit all enduring
repays in ways the child in us at moments
hide limp within her petticoats un- chosen
and looking out though tears we hopefully
appreciate her presence and belief.

The badger has no god has no belief
the remnant from its pelt is his to keep
while pitting with worn paws it hopefully
will enter in safe sanctuary enduring
loveless, ache, lost solitude all chosen
heightened some for muted reckless moments

It's winter time, but summer had some moments
the brazen heat was ranked beyond belief
but even then it seemed that time was chosen
to burn out sins that others hope to keep
until the end in silence all enduring
ill-fated fall, to pray most hopefully

Long twine, kites fly so far, some hopefully
that soaring overhead in giddy moments
forgetfulness will somehow be enduring
and it will never end; that’s their belief
no quiver, quake, or shudder in their keep
for this is how it is, our way self-chosen

wild innocence is born it’s never chosen.
for how if ones desire waits hopefully
the chasm of the mind our willing keep
the winning way, the winning magic moments
who puts a child away for a belief?
for in our child the wild stays all enduring

the grateful mother tends the grave enduring
the brittle stone that someone else has chosen
and tamed the feral of her cord belief
not knowing did he break, she hopefully
puts blossoms in his place wild lonely moments
and hears the willow weep beyond the keep.

Belief remains, cast tears and hopefully
keen moments, kites ride winds they’ve freely chosen
enduring hope the alliance theirs to keep. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[Josh]

I'm all for it, aunty. I've only ever written two sestinas as I recall, but I do love the form. We can get away from the concept of voting, even if someone else wants to join in. Let's just do it, write, read, talk about it and enjoy. I'll try to finish mine before the weekend as we'll be away Friday thru Monday visiting old friends and haunts in Kitchener. But if I can't get it finished, I will for next week. I'll see if Susan and one or two others may want to join in, but if not, that's OK too.

Here's ten from yours:

blossoms, belief, burn, wild, silence, paws, twine, child, shudder, chasm

Best, Josh.

[Joan McCormick]

cool! and buggerit

now I have more work to do. lol