This is my attempt at completing Imelda’s challenge poem, “Words,” which she submitted to Jilly’s September Casting Bricks Challenge. As Imelda explains, the poetic form is “…a Retourne… a poem that has 4 quatrains with 8 syllables on each line. The lines do not need to rhyme. In a Retourne, next three lines of the first stanza become the first line of the succeeding quatrains. As you can see, I used the second line of the first stanza to begin the first line of the second stanza. So, the third stanza should have the third line of the first stanza as the first line, and so on.” Hopefully, I’ve come near the intent and tone of the first half.
Words, once set free, blend in the wind
breathing a timeless existence;
Some grow wings to fly to heaven
They ask gifts for the gentle tongue
Breathing a timeless existence,
words illuminate our soul
Memories do falter in time
consequences of words live on.
Some grow wings to fly to heaven,
Some bear weights that drag them to hell.
Others bear truths that teach our young.
Word light; sunny day, starry night.
They ask gifts for the gentle tongue.
They scold, cajole, or encourage.
On monuments writ they do fade;
Put to use they build cleansing fires.