Cascade is a form of poetry in which all the lines from the first stanza (usually a tercet or a quatrain) are repeated, in order, as the final lines of the subsequent stanzas. Beyond the repetition of these lines, the form imposes no rules. Happy November, everyone!
NOVEMBER DAY
She waits for the lazy sun
to warm the chilly morning
as red leaves flutter down
Snoozing later each day
beneath her cozy blankets,
she waits for the lazy sun
Chimneys puff sweet smoke
from hardwood fires kindled
to warm the chilly morning
A blazing maple shimmies
waving her arms in the wind
as red leaves flutter down
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I like this poetry form. And I also like how it inspires me to take a nap. While waiting for the lazy sun.
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It gets lazier every day! Well, until Daylight Savings Time is over. Don’t forget to turn your clock back on Sunday. 🙂
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I will if I’m not too lazy.
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That’s very creative. I’ve never heard of it. And I agree with Tippy Gnu; it kinda cascades with a slow rhythm.
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I found it in a poetry book. It’s challenging to think up lines that will work in both places. 🙂
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Pretty.
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Thanks, Marissa. Inspired by lazy mornings and the neighbor’s red maple tree. 🙂
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I have learned so much about poetry and also gained a great love of it! You make a beautiful picture with your words. Thanks!
Ursula
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So happy my work has brought out the poetry lover in you! 🙂
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That is a wonderful picture. Fall here in NoVA is a bust. Leaves turned brown then fell off. As a New Englander I really miss those beautiful maples like your Ohio maple there. Just beautiful!
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Sorry autumn didn’t work out in NoVA–it is in full swing here in Ohio. New England is the bomb though. I will never forget the October weeks we spent in Maine; I pine for them still. 🙂
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I grew up in CT and spend a lot of time in Maine (in parts where there are more pines than maples). I miss the fall something fierce!
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Great fall poem!
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I love the imagery in this poem! I would love a lazy morning with a lazy sun….maybe someday, sigh. Nicely done, Joan.
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