When It Rains (a rondel poem)

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You take my hand, I can’t resist.
We find our haven in the storm.
I know these clouds, the way they form,
the wind that makes my passions twist.

I knew you the first time we kissed.
The sun was hot; your lips were warm.
You took my hand, could not resist.
We found our haven in the storm.

I hope for rain, though drought persists.
Still I rebel, will not conform
to rules that keep us from the storm.
I dreamed a place where we can tryst.
Come take me now, we can’t resist.

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POETIC FORM: Rondel
A French form, similar to the rondeau and the triolet, consisting of 13 eight-syllable lines in three stanzas.
Rhyme scheme = ABba/abAB/abbaA
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POEM A DAY APRIL 2015 – PROMPT:
“For today’s prompt, write a resistance poem. There are many forms of resistance, including militant resistance, resistance to new ideas, the resistance in exercise, and maybe even a little resistance to starting a new project. I hope you don’t resist the urge to write a poem today.”
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