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Terzanelle Nr.01 — A Discipline of Tomorrows
NaPoWriMo 30/30 for April 30th, 2017
Villanelle/Terzanelle/Verzanelle/Tillanelle No: 30
{ Many, many thanks to Ahavati and Johnny for hosting (and amazingly at the same time partaking in) this DUP NaPoWriMo Comp - all your hard work, and postings, are much appreciated.
And to fellow entrants whom I have done my best to follow each day, also a big thank you for the group energy and posted presence that catalysed me not to let the side down (probably just an ego thing). I look forward to continuing mutual encouragement on the regular posting pages :) :) :) }
A DISCIPLINE OF TOMORROWS (a terzanelle)
The seeds are sown and scattered in the mind
and some of them will hit the ground and run
I’ve no idea what treasures they will find
the faithful pack their bags - the deed is done
and heading for the beach lie down to rest
though some of them will hit the ground and run
for writers softened often do their best
the moment all the pressure is released
whilst heading for the beach to take a rest …
of course it’s just a theory I have greased -
creation lives where memory is still
regardless if the pressure is released …
the turning tide drowns out my moody Will
the laughing daemon calls me to the desk
creation lives where memory is still
a grace unknown completes this honoured test
the seeds are sown and scattered in the mind
the laughing daemon calls me to the desk
with no idea what treasures I will find.
Villanelle/Terzanelle/Verzanelle/Tillanelle No: 30
{ Many, many thanks to Ahavati and Johnny for hosting (and amazingly at the same time partaking in) this DUP NaPoWriMo Comp - all your hard work, and postings, are much appreciated.
And to fellow entrants whom I have done my best to follow each day, also a big thank you for the group energy and posted presence that catalysed me not to let the side down (probably just an ego thing). I look forward to continuing mutual encouragement on the regular posting pages :) :) :) }
A DISCIPLINE OF TOMORROWS (a terzanelle)
The seeds are sown and scattered in the mind
and some of them will hit the ground and run
I’ve no idea what treasures they will find
the faithful pack their bags - the deed is done
and heading for the beach lie down to rest
though some of them will hit the ground and run
for writers softened often do their best
the moment all the pressure is released
whilst heading for the beach to take a rest …
of course it’s just a theory I have greased -
creation lives where memory is still
regardless if the pressure is released …
the turning tide drowns out my moody Will
the laughing daemon calls me to the desk
creation lives where memory is still
a grace unknown completes this honoured test
the seeds are sown and scattered in the mind
the laughing daemon calls me to the desk
with no idea what treasures I will find.
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