The Friday Fling Travels To Villanellaville To Write About Travel!
Friday Fling #234 for May 31st 2013
Shhh! Wanna hear a secret? Promise not to tell a soul ok? Oh all right. You can write a poem about it. But that’s it.
Here’s the secret. There’s this place, see, called Villanellaville. They say you get there by asking your muse. Your muse knows the way.
So anyway, this place, Villanellaville, it’s a special place. People go there to write about the most memorable summer vacations. Sure, some of them are made up. But the point is, they write about them there. And share what they wrote. Tell the world you might say. In Villanellaville.
As you might imagine, the poems they write there are all different. But all in the same format. Villanelles. Right. In case you don’t remember, a Villanelle is
a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.
The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines). (ShadowPoetry.com)
For instance:
Runaway
Why do they runaway?
My soul so beautiful, so bright
But for some reason I keep them at bay
Sometimes I wish they would stay
They give up on me without a fight
Why do they runaway?
Some think I am pretty, I say I’m okay
Though this doesn’t feel right
But for some reason I keep them at bay
What can I do, what can I say?
What causes their flight?
Why do they runaway?
Just when I think I’ve won their heart, they stray
I feel like the farthest planet in the night
But for some reason I keep them at bay
What have I done to chase them away?
My soul beckons to them like a beacon of light
Why do they runaway?
But for some reason I keep them at bay
Copyright © 2000 Julie Wright
This week the Friday Fling travels to Villanellaville to write Villanelles about travel!
Be sure to save time to read and write vanilla prose about your fellow Pals’ vacation villanelles. Then go enjoy the first official vacation weekend of June 2013!
Fickle Finger of Fate Award for May 24th
Congratulations Angel Love!
Welcome to the Friday Fling in vacationland, Villanellaville USA! Pull up a couple of repeatable lines and pour out your poetry in eleven additional lines!
IN MY TRAVEL
(*-*)
As I travel far far away
To a house shut and still
Oh but what can I say
~
The walls were broken and gray
Winds blown bleak and shrill
As I travel far far away
~
No one waz there today
Not to speak good or ill
What more is there to say
~
Yet why would I stray
And get lost down by the sill
As I travel far far away
~
There is no room for play
No need to lose my skill
What more is there to say
~
There are ruin and decay
In this House on the Hill
As I travel far far away
What more is there to say
(*-*)
Written By: Bettie Davis ——————————- © May 3o , 2o13
It’s the thought of memories from the better days for the people who lived there which makes the derelict places so romantic to me – wonderful Villanelle (((Bettie)))! A joy to read! 😀 :love:
This is Court of Two Sisters..Beautiful it was
New Orleans Heading Today
Going down the highway fast we pray
Not sure when going to arrive today
New Orleans we are going to stay
Can`t wait another day
Driving without stopping all say
Going down the highway fast we pray
Daddy takes a drink without delay
Keeping him awake know is okay
New Orleans we are going to stay
We finally see sign get on freeway
Many driving fast trying to pass.. noway
Going down the highway fast we pray
Looking down viewing runway
Wanting to make this turn in a safeway
New Orleans we are going to stay
Finally we are here beautiful sun ray
Court yards worth all the gray
Going down the highway fast we pray
New Orleans we are going to stay
Congrats Angel love on Friday Fling Awards .. Hugs Now .. :love: :love:
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DESTINATION DREAMING
It’s a perfect day for dreaming of destinations and distant lands,
across oceans and over mountains to oases whether near or far,
traveling to remote places and open spaces and secluded strands.
It’s fun to go on the spur of the moment without making many plans
and being happily surprised when we find out where we are.
It’s a perfect day for dreaming of destinations and distant lands
On the beaches of New Zealand or Oahu’s snow-white sands,
I’m content to be wherever we go whether by train or plane or car,
traveling to remote places and open spaces and secluded strands.
We can stroll along the beaches side by side and holding hands
or spend time deep-sea fishing or wishing on the nearest star.
It’s a perfect day for dreaming of destinations and distant lands.
Even a trip to the mountains would be rather grand,
a sublime adventure which might take us really far,
traveling to remote places and open spaces and secluded strands.
Listening to romantic music at sunset, free from life’s demands,
wherever we go will be the best vacation we’ve had by far,
It’s a perfect day for dreaming of destinations and distant lands,
traveling to remote places and open spaces and secluded strands.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-31-13
DESTINATION DREAMING
It’s a perfect day for dreaming of destinations and distant lands,
across oceans and over mountains to oases whether near or far,
traveling to remote places and open spaces and secluded strands.
It’s fun to go on the spur of the moment without making many plans
and being happily surprised when we find out where we are.
It’s a perfect day for dreaming of destinations and distant lands
On the beaches of New Zealand or Oahu’s snow-white sands,
I’m content to be wherever we go whether by train or plane or car,
traveling to remote places and open spaces and secluded strands.
We can stroll along the beaches side by side and holding hands
or spend time deep-sea fishing or wishing on the nearest star.
It’s a perfect day for dreaming of destinations and distant lands.
Even a trip to the mountains would be rather grand,
a sublime adventure to strains of John Denver’s guitar,
traveling to remote places and open spaces and secluded strands.
Listening to romantic music at sunset, free from life’s demands,
wherever we go will be the best vacation we’ve had by far,
It’s a perfect day for dreaming of destinations and distant lands,
traveling to remote places and open spaces and secluded strands.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-31-13
I just had a delicious dish of vanilla ice cream,,,,
Does that count?
hehe 😆 :love: :love: 😆