The Musette, created by Emily Romano is a poem that consists of three verses of three lines each.
The first lines have two syllables; the rhyme scheme is a/b/a for the first verse;
the second lines have four syllables, the scheme is c/d/c for the second verse,
and the third lines have two syllables. e/f/e is the rhyme scheme for the third verse.
The title should reflect the poem’s content.
http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/musette.html
MARIE ELENA’S MUSETTE:
SUPPLICATION
Kneeling Before the throne Dealing Pleading Just heal her please Ceding Trying To want God’s will Crying© Copyright – Marie Elena Good – 2013
WALT’S MUSETTE:
WORDS OF LOVE
Words flow,
a muse aflame.
Warm glow.
Words rhyme,
they sound the same
o’er time.
Words bloom
in poet hearts.
Love’s plume!
© Copyright – Walter J. Wojtanik 2013
The Memoir Project manuscripts are starting to trickle in. As per requests, my Chapbook – Memoir will be featured this Monday under the MEMOIR PROJECT tab, and will be followed in order by Sheryl Oder, Linda Swenski, Claudette Young and Connie Peters.
“Memoir Monday” will post every other Monday.
Walt
January 9th, 2013 at 6:34 AM
Meg, for you, I pray… Walt, Beautiful!!
January 9th, 2013 at 8:54 AM
January 9th, 2013 at 9:00 AM
Praying For Him
Watching
Feeling helpless
Praying
Hoping
For his comfort
Praying
Crying
Long in the night
Praying
January 9th, 2013 at 9:56 AM
delivers such longing for
January 9th, 2013 at 4:33 PM
The circular nature of this makes it all the more powerful a prayer.
January 9th, 2013 at 6:18 PM
I couldn’t agree more, Viv. The strength comes through as perseverance. Good one, Erin.
January 9th, 2013 at 6:21 PM
Thanks everybody. My parents have always taught me that prayer is very important, and I’m glad they did. God answers every prayer in His own way and time. Though I didn’t know it at the time, I guess God did answer my prayer. I prayed that my brother would get better and be free from pain and where he is now, there isn’t any pain.
January 10th, 2013 at 7:15 AM
…yes…
January 9th, 2013 at 9:22 AM
HONEST LOVE
Take this.
It’s real, not some
fake bliss
to fool
the wary, no
cruel
intent
to say what’s not
meant.
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January 9th, 2013 at 9:57 AM
I like the way the flow makes us believe in the honesty of this
January 9th, 2013 at 10:25 AM
Beautiful, Salvatore!
January 9th, 2013 at 12:10 PM
Oh, nice–and I really like the very short sentence followed by the long one that flows from stanza to stanza.
January 9th, 2013 at 4:34 PM
I found this very comforting.
January 9th, 2013 at 6:16 PM
A lovely example of intent, Sal. Enjoyed it immensely.
January 10th, 2013 at 7:13 AM
LOVE this!!!
January 9th, 2013 at 9:43 AM
Marie, your poem is touching, true, and beautiful. Walt, I love that second verse especially. I have a question about the form. In the second verse, are all the lines four syllables or only the second one? Whichever, it’s a great form.
Morning
Day breaks
Words stir
She wakes
Coffee steam dreams
Bird song takes wing
Morning hope streams
Each day
Visions
Replay
January 9th, 2013 at 10:00 AM
I felt a similar question – and now that I see yours – I find both forms an engaging invitation to write more. This one delivers Morning in its full essence for me.
January 9th, 2013 at 10:24 AM
Hmm, I like your version Jane!
January 9th, 2013 at 10:54 AM
The form calls for 2-4-2 syllable count on all verses.
However, your “adaptation” does come through at that. But as JPH pointed out, if it gets you to write more, it’s all good. Walt
January 9th, 2013 at 6:15 PM
I like this adaptation, too. It flows well and has its own look. Good one, Jane.
January 10th, 2013 at 7:12 AM
“…Words stir/She wakes…” I can relate!!
January 10th, 2013 at 7:05 PM
Did I get it right this time? Cheers, all.
On Following Simple Directions
Musettes’
directions breed
regrets.
Reread
the recipe
then heed.
Rewrite
repeatedly
‘til right.
January 11th, 2013 at 7:59 AM
January 9th, 2013 at 9:43 AM
Black Widow
Too much
his love for me
a crutch
I lean
sapping his strength
obscene
all gone
a withered husk
move on
January 9th, 2013 at 10:01 AM
darkness is so strong in this – good match with title too
January 9th, 2013 at 10:23 AM
Heartbreak…
January 9th, 2013 at 12:12 PM
Yes, powerful, and I think the title is perfect.
January 9th, 2013 at 4:36 PM
This is definitely a WoW poem.
January 9th, 2013 at 6:13 PM
All have touched a truth in this poem.
January 9th, 2013 at 9:52 AM
Blustery
Wind blows
Through the houses
Cold toes
Fingers
Cold from typing
Lingers
Over
Hot chocolate –
Over
January 9th, 2013 at 9:54 AM
now I linger here
over your poem and the idea of something hot – good one
January 10th, 2013 at 7:09 AM
Yes… nice, warm hands…
January 9th, 2013 at 6:12 PM
I agrtee with you, Jane. Good one, Michelle.
January 9th, 2013 at 6:25 PM
Hot chocolate, mmmmmm! Love this, Michelle!
January 10th, 2013 at 3:59 PM
The poem of my winter.
January 9th, 2013 at 9:53 AM
Ahead
Bird sings
the day awaits
quick wings
Earth spins
my feet pad on
life wins
Sap sinks
beneath dry bark
star winks
Jane Penland Hoover
Poetic Bloomings
Prompt: Musette
January 9, 2013
January 9th, 2013 at 10:22 AM
Love this Jane! Especially the first verse. I am so into birds, it’s crazy.😉
January 9th, 2013 at 12:12 PM
Lovely!
January 9th, 2013 at 6:11 PM
Nice imagery that trips on the tongue and through the mind. Good one, Jane.
January 9th, 2013 at 6:13 PM
thank you all for visiting my verse today
January 9th, 2013 at 6:20 PM
You’re welcome, Jane. I’ll always read your verse. I always gain something from it with each reading.
We’re so blessed to be able to read those who post here. I’ve learned as much through my contact here as any course I’ve ever had.
January 9th, 2013 at 8:07 PM
Beauty in your words. I reread several times to be there.
January 10th, 2013 at 7:08 AM
Great capture, Jane!
January 9th, 2013 at 9:58 AM
It’s Winds-day!
Pooh knows
To think, think, think
And goes
To owl
While the wind still
Does howl
Sonny –
What about lunch?
Honey!
January 9th, 2013 at 10:23 AM
Cute! My little sister lives Winnie-the-Pooh, and I do too I confess.😄😉
January 9th, 2013 at 6:10 PM
Fun, Michelle. As old as the stories are, I didn’t ever see any of them until I reached my forties and then, regretted all those years lived without Pooh.
January 10th, 2013 at 7:07 AM
!! <3
!!
January 9th, 2013 at 10:34 AM
New Day
Morning
I cast aside
Mourning
New day
Starting over
Gold rays
Trusting
God my Father
Loving
January 9th, 2013 at 6:08 PM
Wonderful, Erin.
January 9th, 2013 at 6:23 PM
Thanks so much, Claudsy! I didn’t really think about it, but I guess this is kind of a sequel to my musette that I posted earlier.😉
January 9th, 2013 at 9:26 PM
You’re welcome, Erin. It was good.
January 10th, 2013 at 7:05 AM
Yes… each new day… we are blessed to begin again…
January 9th, 2013 at 10:53 AM
If I Were A Ghost
If I
were Casper would
that I…
…sailed thru…
your little world…
Sit you
down and
comfort you with
warm hands.
(for D… gorgeous Shepherd pup with his lovely, floppy ears <3)
January 9th, 2013 at 2:27 PM
“sail”
January 9th, 2013 at 6:08 PM
Sweet, Hen.
January 10th, 2013 at 6:48 AM
Aww.. Thanks, Clauds!
January 10th, 2013 at 9:24 PM
Delightful H,
January 11th, 2013 at 7:57 AM
Hee, hee… thanks, M… he Is a Charmer!!
January 9th, 2013 at 11:18 AM
Walt and Marie, I like the extra rhyme in both of yours–makes them flow even more smoothly, I think.
January 9th, 2013 at 12:08 PM
Run, Rabbit
Quick, hop
Safe to shelter—
Don’t stop.
Leave no
Rabbit-shadow
On snow.
Hawks fly,
Hungry in the
Cold sky.
January 9th, 2013 at 4:39 PM
This is wonderful.,specially the third stanza!
January 9th, 2013 at 6:06 PM
Good one, Kate. You do have your subject in sight at all times.
January 9th, 2013 at 6:14 PM
danger and flight – a good mix in this one
January 9th, 2013 at 6:27 PM
Oh yes, run little rabbit! This is great, k8e.
January 9th, 2013 at 8:05 PM
I get a vivid picture of the snow, bunny, and hawk here. Nice to see it when you used so few words to convey.
January 10th, 2013 at 7:03 AM
Yes.
January 10th, 2013 at 9:47 PM
Yes, Vivid is a good call.
January 9th, 2013 at 12:35 PM
“Stasis” (Greek for Standstill)
Freewill;
a bottleneck_
stock-still.
Action;
rhetorical_
ration.
Chosen;
moments in time_
frozen.
January 9th, 2013 at 6:05 PM
I like it, Jacqueline. It forces the reader to really think about the implications in each stanza.
January 10th, 2013 at 1:06 AM
Thanks for response, Claudsy.
January 10th, 2013 at 11:26 AM
You’re welcome, Jacqueline.
January 10th, 2013 at 7:01 AM
“…moments in time/frozen.” <3!
January 9th, 2013 at 1:52 PM
I can’t believe mine will be first. I’m always a slow poke. Well, if there are some errors still there, it should encourage others that not perfect is normal.
January 9th, 2013 at 6:05 PM
January 9th, 2013 at 2:52 PM
I’ll return later to do comments. This is my effort for today.
Hero for the Taking
Once there,
He claimed a soul
Laid bare.
Made wise
He saw burdens,
Man’s lies.
He gave
Gentle surcease,
To save.
January 9th, 2013 at 4:31 PM
The word surcease has the effect of putting everything right.
January 9th, 2013 at 6:02 PM
Yes, that’s true. With relief comes that putting everything right.
January 9th, 2013 at 6:28 PM
Oh beautiful, Claudsy!
January 9th, 2013 at 9:27 PM
Thank you, Erin. I’m happy yoy liked it.
January 9th, 2013 at 8:04 PM
Wow! Beautiful thoughts.
January 9th, 2013 at 9:28 PM
Thank you, Judy. It sort of fell into place without any effort from me. Perhaps that was supposed to be my major work for the day. Who know?
January 10th, 2013 at 6:59 AM
“Gentle surcease…” Lovely…
January 10th, 2013 at 11:26 AM
Thank you, Henrietta. Glad you liked it.
January 11th, 2013 at 7:55 AM
<3
January 10th, 2013 at 9:42 PM
Such a gentle telling…
January 10th, 2013 at 11:55 PM
Thank you, Marjory.
January 9th, 2013 at 3:43 PM
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January 9th, 2013 at 3:50 PM
Sensory Overload
Oh! Wow!
Contemplating
somehow
beauty
of line or sound,
floaty
dancing,
perfect scent, en-
trancing
January 9th, 2013 at 6:34 PM
Sweet!
January 9th, 2013 at 8:03 PM
Marvelous sensory overloads! Love the feeling when I get reading this.
January 10th, 2013 at 6:56 AM
Yes!!
January 10th, 2013 at 9:40 PM
OH, Yes, One can just float along on this one.
January 9th, 2013 at 6:03 PM
Lovely and light. Good one, Viv.
January 9th, 2013 at 6:30 PM
Poet
Writer
Thinker
Fighter
Making sounds sing
Painting with words
Feelings take wing
Life scrunch
Succinct
Pack punch
January 9th, 2013 at 6:49 PM
oops read the instructions wrong
January 9th, 2013 at 8:43 PM
No worries. We’ll just add the variation with the Shlensky Musette and call it the Peters Musette!
January 10th, 2013 at 6:55 AM
January 11th, 2013 at 10:50 AM
Okay here it is again, nonmutant
Poet
(Musette)
Writer
Intangible
Fighter
Sounds sing
Painting with words
Take wing
Life scrunch
Pure and succinct
Pack punch
January 9th, 2013 at 10:32 PM
Love the last stanza..life scrunch, succinct, pack punch. You captured (succinctly) what Poet’s are about.
January 10th, 2013 at 9:38 PM
Do like your thought here.
January 9th, 2013 at 8:02 PM
Anchor
Big jolt,
love from the start,
wrote notes.
Key note
strong arms, good heart
I float.
Devoted –
now anchor , a part,
over coat.
January 10th, 2013 at 6:54 AM
“Big jolt,… ” !!
January 10th, 2013 at 2:27 AM
Daring to Hope
Staring
Into those eyes
Daring
Daring
To hope that you’re
Caring
Caring
In the same way
Staring
January 10th, 2013 at 6:51 AM
… this one belongs to me, this day <3 !!
January 10th, 2013 at 9:36 PM
For sure – One must dare to hope.
January 10th, 2013 at 3:08 AM
RIPPLING
Carry
thoughts of past to
bury
at Bay
like pebbles tossed
away
Peace found
in rippling waves
soft sound
January 10th, 2013 at 6:49 AM
Oh, Beautiful, M!!
January 10th, 2013 at 3:55 PM
Pregnancy
within
stretched skin small life
begins
heart beats,
fluttering hands
and feet
she smiles
despite stretch marks
for miles
January 10th, 2013 at 4:02 PM
Oh, Shannon … so good to see you out here!
Marie Elena
January 10th, 2013 at 4:25 PM
Thank you. I am glad to be writing creatively again:)
January 11th, 2013 at 7:52 AM
How sweet this is.
January 10th, 2013 at 7:40 PM
Night Watch
Beside your bed
Throughout the night
Holding your head
Calming your fears
In deepest darkness
Drying your tears
Stroking your hand
Within death’s dimness
Watching you go from land
January 11th, 2013 at 7:51 AM
Sadness…
January 14th, 2013 at 12:36 AM
Giving
Kissing
you now without
missing
Giving
the best way of
living
With love
for you that comes
from above
By Michael Grove
January 17th, 2013 at 11:04 AM
I’m back, a little late!
Two Timer
Oh you
two timin’ cheat,
I’m blue.
Spin yarns
from shredded wool,
no qualms.
Surprise!
Saw your new squeeze
out with new guy.
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