Tawddgyrch Cadwynog

The next few days Challenge is the Tawddgyrch Cadwynog. This form consists of stanzas of usually four, lines, of four syllables: A. B. B. A.

Like the Rhupunt, it is common to join the lines together and end up with the two stanzas making a couplet.

X X X A X X X B X X X B X X X A.
X X X A X X X B X X X B X X X A.

In subsequent stanzas the rhyme may change, but not the pattern, C. D.D. C. and so on.

Tawddgyrch Cadwynog
Contents

Deborah Bel

My Poet
Reverie
Gloria Carpenter

I still need help
Love's Disguise
Secret of Wild Rose
Ryter Roethicle

This wilderness
Lorainne Stark

On The Way Up

Deborah Bel

My Poet

He sees the world, his windows clear,
His words so dear - Poet unfurled.
Not cold but pearled, the sky not drear,
It's not to fear, it's smoky twirled.

No clouds to mar his view of this
Nature in bliss - that blazing star.
And seeing far his eyes won't miss,
His voice will kiss, what none can bar.

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Reverie

'Tis reverie filling this cup, binding me up with brevity
In this sweetly, so tasty sup, yet so abrupt, moment of glee.

That single glance, albeit a pale and timid hail, musing romance
As if the chance to spin a tale could not fail to call the dance.

And I stretch wings, experiment, a single glint of light that sings,
Brazenly rings in merriment which hath repent of all that clings.

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Gloria Carpenter

I still need help

Procrastinate
Do you know how!
Unfrown the brow
Can you relate?

No need to wait
Get on it now
Time does allow
It's not too late

If you insist
On sitting there
Stuck in that chair
You will be missed

Why still persist
I do declare
With much despair
You've heard of Liszt?

Virtuoso
Time passes by
Italian sigh
Un sospiro

Just take it slow
and don't be shy..
Now say good-bye
And off you go.

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Love's Disguise

She's on to us, I heard him say that fateful day which caused distress
I did not guess he would betray and often stray, that he'd transgress

He stayed with me without a care, yet brought despair, but now I see
It's honesty, not being unfair that will repair and set one free

Still hard to trust when sensing lies, can't see the eyes, yet it's a must
It could be lust in love's disguise, yet more good-byes seem so unjust

The way of things - forgive, let go; with heart aglow, undo the strings
Love never clings or it won't grow, I've learned free flow, love flies on wings.

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Secret of Wild Rose

A secret place
Where no one goes
Where wild pink rose
Can hide her face

She bends with grace
Her sadness shows
In heartbreak pose
As teardrops trace

Her petals fall
So softly lost
Among the tossed
Against the wall

Will some recall,
Amidst the frost
When winter's crossed,
Her face, at all?

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Ryter Roethicle

This wilderness

This wilderness, winter creates, its naked state, bereft of dress.
Is it a mess, this bland estate, where we await, seasons progress.

Or is merely a time of rest to feel depressed live austerely.
Knowing surely, what is the best, when flora's dressed, arrives yearly.

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Lorainne Stark

On The Way Up

There was a time
When all was still
Upon the hill
But for the chimes

That seemed to rhyme
At their own will
Their sound did fill
A silent climb

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