Have you ever heard of a paradelle (well this is what it looks like)?

Question

im gunna start practicing these cuz i think they're so kool!

a full paradelle has 36 lines but this one only has 6 kuz im just showing you wut itz like

Love was all we needed in the winter.

Love was all we needed in the winter.

You are ash drifting from a fireplace.

You are ash drifting from a fireplace.

A fireplace was needed in drifting winter.

From you ,ash, all we are love the.

Answer 1

no.. I had not.. although I have seen it - never knew it had it's own name...lol

  -looks very interesting... complex... like an interesting challenge... the last stanza looks to be the most interesting....

I can't wait to see what you have in store!

QUOTE:  Billy Collins claimed that the paradelle was invented in eleventh century France, but it is believed that he actually invented it himself to parody strict forms of poetry, particularly the villanelle. His sample paradelle, "Paradelle for Susan" (c1997), was seemingly intentionally terrible, completing the final stanza with the line "Darken the mountain, time and find was my into it was with to to".

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paradelle

Answer 2

This was my firs time seeing a poem such as this, but it is quite interesting how it is written. I found one that you may enjoy. It would be interesting to try writing one myself. Thanks for the introduction.

I remember the quick, nervous bird of your love.

I remember the quick, nervous bird of your love.

Always perched on the thinnest, highest branch.

Always perched on the thinnest, highest branch.

Thinnest love, remember the quick branch.

Always nervous, I perched on your highest bird the.

It is time for me to cross the mountain.

It is time for me to cross the mountain.

And find another shore to darken with my pain.

And find another shore to darken with my pain.

Another pain for me to darken the mountain.

And find the time, cross my shore, to with it is to.

The weather warm, the handwriting familiar.

The weather warm, the handwriting familiar.

Your letter flies from my hand into the waters below.

Your letter flies from my hand into the waters below.

The familiar waters below my warm hand.

Into handwriting your weather flies you letter the from the.

I always cross the highest letter, the thinnest bird.

Below the waters of my warm familiar pain,

Another hand to remember your handwriting.

The weather perched for me on the shore.

Quick, your nervous branch flew from love.

Darken the mountain, time and find was my into it was with to to.