Life is slow; the grapes can grow
We stroll among the olive trees
And feel the gentle mountain breeze
This land I've quickly come to know.
Barn swallows swoop down to below
They steal our bread with studied ease
Life is slow; the grapes can grow
We stroll among the olive trees.
Each morn we hear the rooster crow
See sunflowers taller than our knees
Each sun's alive and hums with bees
No clock to dictate ebb and flow
Life is slow; the grapes can grow
We stroll among the olive trees.
submitted for Poetry Potluck, Trips, Travel, and Vacation
14 comments:
mmmm, my dream! your poem just wants me to go right now now now! :)
fun take..
love the photo shot.
Thanks for sharing.
A++
A great expression in Rondels... and you added a soft touch with your words, painting the image.. :)
Nice write..
Oh yes, can I also invite you to my new meme, TT - Tuesday Thankfulness.. It can be of a new post or old, written in poetry or in pictures as long as there is a thankfulness in it.. Do join in and certainly hope to see you.. :)
lovely lola.. here's my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/04/07/frozen-fears/
You really put me in this lovely place..I want to stay!!
Love the rondels. it's like singing a song.
Very nice images and rhyme pattern...is this a form of a rondel?
Nice!I can see the vision.Thanks for linking in..good day!
I can breathe in the scent of olives here, and the ease of life. You've woven into your rondel an atmosphere of such sunshine and leisure. Thank you.
oh man! this is awesome!
Life is slow; the grapes can grow
We stroll among the olive trees..
What beautiful portrayal.. this is just so serene.. wish I was there (my wish- list is ever- growing)..
This is an awesome treat! Sunflowers reminded me of how it was last year at my garden.. each one of the stems were 3" in dia!!
Hugs xxx
What a lovely relaxing poem! You conjure up the idyllic life so clearly. Nice image too!
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Very nice. :-)
Charlie: Yes, from my understanding, if you add a 14th line to a rondel so that it ends in AB instead of just A, that makes it a rondel prime or French sonnet.
I really really like "Barn swallows swoop down to below They steal our bread with studied ease"
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