Weary of the warnings I made my choice
Without constraints that so often dictate
I started down the dusty disused road
Toward shimmering opportunity
Clear and proud I heard the dogmatic voice
Praise community, order, taxes, rates
The guidance faith and country bestowed
That allow a hopeful future to be
As I listened I began to rejoice
Claiming only a personal mandate
The open road ahead willingly flowed
Why would I turn back now that I was free?
Popular with 12th and 13th century French poets, rimas dissolutas is a poem that rhymes and doesn’t rhyme. For instance, each stanza contains no end rhymes, but each line in each stanza rhymes with the corresponding line in the next stanza.
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The Twisting Tail 
Beautiful words and photo too 👍🖤
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Thank you. I think this was one of the tricky forms of the week if I remember correctly.
The found the image on canva, looking very different to how I posted it 👍💚
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It actually insprired me to change the header photo on my blog just now – one I took myself on my travels over the leat few days 👍🖤
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I just popped over. Very nice, very white. Ti’s the season. Taken in the homeland? 🤔💚
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Indeed. Such a beautiful time of the year. The majesty and melancholy of the mountains never cease to warm a cold heart like mine 👍🖤
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Funny something so cold and desolate can have the opposite effect ❄️💚
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Indeed 🖤🖤
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Nothing better than winter, cold and snow!! 😄
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And the people who live/belong there 😏
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That we CAN agree on! Lol. I AM THE GOAG!
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Also the ROAT!!
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A beautiful post thank you so much
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Thank you so much for reading. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Oh! It is tricky! This is the kind of poem that requires a little mental gymnastics… Well done of course and this gives me ideas!
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Thank you. It took a little wrangling.
Always nice to hear you are a source of inspiration 💚
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Your talent shows in all these different forms. I can’t rhyme to save my life. Also like where the road travels. 💙👏🏻
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Thank you do much. I think I get lucky most days. The words fall and I try scooping them into something I can be happy with.
I’ve found the more I rhyme, the easier it becomes. Others on WordPress have said the same thing.
I miss your posts, bluey. I’d love to read more from you, rhyming or not 😉💚
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You’re welcome. Well you do very well as the scooped and spreader 😁. My thoughts have been scrambled this past month. Hopefully I’ve found my groove. Thanks twisty! 🙃💙
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Thank you.
You work with what you have 😉
I’ve noticed a few more posts now. Nice to have you back 💚
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Thanks 🙂
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“I started down the dusty disused road
Toward shimmering opportunity”
Ha! That’s beautiful✨❤ and fortunate is the one who can walk freely on that road. Well done ‘the muse’ 😉
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Thank you 💚 I had trouble fitting that into the syllable count. I must gone through half a dozen versions.
Freedom is a wondrous thing to have, provided it is coupled with direction. Without it, you are lost.
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