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January 2008 Word Challenge found at another site. Use 7 to 10 of the following words (word variations allowed) in a poem of any kind: her, bare, silent, slow, suddenly, make, sky, it, this, and ..... The subject matter could be considered an Aubade Shadows (revision) As day lights the sky unwelcome patterns fall across the silent wall. Her white shoulder lies exposed by the fold of a rumpled sheet and he leans down to kiss a small freckle goodbye. Slow eyes slide open to tear at the pale of this sunrise shadow and drink the image of his locked shoulders as they pass into the day. --- Judi Van Gorder Shadows original The glow of dawn lights the sky making unwelcome patterns fall across the silent wall. Her bare shoulder, white skin, lay exposed by the fold of the rumpled sheet. Slowly he lowered his lips to kiss a small freckle goodbye. Eyes suddenly opened, pool with tears with the pale of this sunrise shadow and drink in the image of his locked shoulders as they pass into the day. --- Judi Van Gorder
Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry French Verse Verse dedicated to the morning can be found throughout the ages in every culture. This thematic genre seems especially popular with the French. Alba or Aubade (dawn song) is a love poem, specifically the parting of lovers at dawn. Conflict between love and responsibility is at the center of this poetic genre. This genre dates back to 12th century France and is the counterpart to a secular Evensong, Serena or Serenade.. The name Alba comes from the medieval watchman's cry "alba" announcing the passing of the night and return of day. Some say, a signal to the clandestine lover to get out before being seen. The early Occitan troubadour poems ended each stanza with the word. The elements of the Alba or Aubade are: a love poem, most often mourning the parting of lovers while extolling the coming day. constructed at the discretion of the poet, length, stanzaic form, meter and or rhyme. although often a smattering of rhyme is present without any particular rhyme scheme. dramatic since it is often dialogue between the parting lovers or coming from a cuckold husband or a watchman' warning. Sometimes dialogue is silent, expressed in images. The Sun Rising by John Donne An Aubade imbedded in Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear Here is an example of a poem written using the Bina frame and following two thematic poetic genres, The Abaude and the Seranade."Ades" Stiilis Binaby DC Martinson Shadows by Judi Van Gorder As the sun begins to light the sky unwelcome patterns fall across the silent wall. Her white shoulder lies exposed by the fold of a rumpled sheet and he leans down to kiss a small freckle goodbye. Slow eyes slide open to tear at the pale of this sunrise shadow and drink the image of his locked shoulders as they pass into the day. Hiding in the Light by Judi Van Gorder Sheltered by the dark your heat seared my sheets. Warm rays of the rising sun crawl across the empty cooling space that you abandoned in the shadows of dawn. Alba! We assume our separate lives while passion hides from the daylight in the colors of the chameleon and waits for the cover of night when we reignite, til.. Alba! Aubade - Anonymous 14th century translated from French by Peter Dronke found in the Norton Anthology of World Literature Volume B (100-1500 AD) Deep in an orchard, under hawthorn leaves, the lady holds her lover in her arms, until the watcher cries, he sees the dawn Dear God, the daybreak! Oh how soon it comes! "If only God let night stay without end, and my beloved never left my side, and never again the guard saw day or dawn- - - Dear God, the daybreak! oh how soone it comes!" "Let us kiss, sweet beloved, you and I, down in the meadows where the birds now sing - - defy my jealous husband and do all! Dear God, the daybreak! Oh how soon it comes! Let us create new love-sports, sweet beloved, down in the meadows where the birds now sing - - until the watcher plays his pipe again. Dear God, the daybreak! Oh how soon it comes! In the sweet wind that came to me from there I drank a ray of my beloved's breath, my fair and joyous, gracious lover's breath --- dear God, the daybreak! Oh how soon it comes!" The lady is delightful, lovable, admired by many for her beauty's sake, and holds her heart most loyally in love. Dear God, the daybreak! Oh how soon it comes! Morningsong or Matins (Latin), a little older than the French morning songs, are formal lyrical prayers sung at dawn. This is the counterpart to the liturgical Evensong or Vespers. The tone is hopeful. The frame is at the discretion of the poet. Dedication by Judi Van Gorder This day the sun will rise on a new intent Choices, may they be wise, my life is leant. To bring to each a smile, do one good deed Take time to pray awhile Your words I'll heed. The Réveille (French - wake up) is another genre of verse devoted to awakening. However unlike the Alba, it is not concerned with the parting of lovers but is associated with the bugle call of the military. It carries an optimistic tone, a get up and get going vibe. As with most thematic genres of verse, the frame is at the discretion of the poet. Rev-eil-lee! Rev-eil-lee is sounding The bugle calls you from your sleep; it is the break of day You've got to do your duty or you will get no pay. Come, wake yourself, rouse yourself out of your sleep And throw off the blankets and take a good peek at all The bright signs of the break of day, so get up and do not delay Get Up! Or-der-ly officer is on his round! And if you're still a-bed he will send you to the guard And then you'll get a drill and that will be a bitter pill: So be up when he comes, be up when he comes, Like a soldier at his post, a soldier at his post, all ser-ene. ---Anonymous Hymn to the Morning by Phyllis Wheatley ATTEND my lays, ye ever honour'd nine, Assist my labours, and my strains refine; In smoothest numbers pour the notes along, For bright Aurora now demands my song. Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies, Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies: The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays, On ev'ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays; Harmonious lays the feather'd race resume, Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume. Ye shady groves, your verdant gloom display To shield your poet from the burning day: Calliope awake the sacred lyre, While thy fair sisters fan the pleasing fire: The bow'rs, the gales, the variegated skies In all their pleasures in my bosom rise. See in the east th' illustrious king of day! [His rising radiance drives the shades away-- But Oh! I feel his fervid beams too strong, And scarce begun, concludes th' abortive song