Sarabande sonnet for LL
by kvennarad
© Marie Marshall
This isn’t a new poem. I found it yesterday while rummaging through my files, in a set-aside collection of rhyming poems. I like to use rhyme and metre from time to time, just to remind myself of the discipline. I like that it can add technical power to free expression. The poem above was written for fellow poet Laura Lamarca, but I can’t for the life of me remember why.
Kvenna ráð 
Real nice play with words and grammar. I like it.
Thanks. C’est mon métier. 🙂
😀
i never notice the technique, preferring whatever meaning I can muster, but I must admit to enjoying the view on a sunday when the world dresses up Caribbean for church.
and this poem, to me, hammers home the danger of plowing oars too deep in the water. The canoe goes nowhere. A fire needs to breath and so forth. I’m glad you stumbled upon this and decided to share it.
I do a lot of stumbling. Yesterday I decided “Okay, so I’m having one of those mini dry-patches, so why pretend?” and looked for an old poem to post.
I know what you mean; at a guess, if they shambled to Church in jeans I guess the worship would be the same, but because they dress up you actually notice the congregation, notice they’re Jamaican, and are reminded that there is a deliberate process going on.
I just enjoy the colors in the clothes being worn, but one time I seen a guy wearing a bow tie made from a plastic bag. He wasn’t going to church, but it was beautiful just the same. I talked to him. We decided that a tall vertical bush looked like Marge Simpson’s hairdo with the intentions of its creator not known.
wow! c’est magnifique!
Thanks. It did what I asked it to do.