Valentine's Day Rondel

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Here is a rondelle for Gayle's prompt over at dversepoets.com and for Valentine's Day.



Dawn broke in shattered shards of stippled green;as the gentle voice of spring was heard;you arrived on a shrimp boat's bobbing stern,I swam to meet you in night tourmaline 
I found you as you were finding meAt each glance or sound, my heart stirred Dawn broke in shattered shards of stippled green;as the gentle voice of spring was heard
Soul mates, you were the best part of melike sipping the sweetest of Sauternes,leaving me nothing for which to yearnEmbraced by time, our love endured, unalteredDawn broke in shattered shards of stippled green

The Museum Visitor...

Today Brian asks us to develop a character and tell a short story.  I have several  started  but far from being ready to post.  I think this story might work for the prompt, although we don't know much about her  so there's no strong sense of her..or is there...- I'm leaving it to your imaginations  ;-)
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A print of this painting is on a wall in my house.  Ever since I can remember my parents had it, and I imagined it was me for years when I was young.  It says so much to me.
I thought I'd sketch it  - and added a Rondeau which tells something of the piece ...

Never had she seen a museum door;
 faded painting  inside could be Renoir
Rustic door opened;  view more worlds therein-
framed art in her likeness? Could be her twin?
Never been in a museum before

A painting inside a painting and more
like  the Russian nesting dolls of folklore
smaller versions of herself can be seen
She never saw such artwork heretofore

Glass not  wavy like fun circus mirrors
and no reflection of clothes that she wore
Everything in varied shades of green
each looking prim in her hat,  shoes patine
She thought of possibilities in store -
No idea she'd  be art to adore

I watched the sun set again last night...

                    Art by Kim Rembil

 Photo by Dale Heron

Watched the sun set again last night

No two can ever be the same
Apricot plum skies set aflame

striking the sea in filtered light
as the crescent cove welcomed night 
electric clouds lined in neon's frame                              

Mirrored rainbows touched down became                               
sun's hide and seek bouncing ball game
tinted canyons' metallic sight
Watched the sun set again last night 

The skyline's fine art states it's claim

pats of light buttered wild to tame
by Nature's own palette knife
curled waves of silver secrets bright
how earth's green mansions gained their fame 

Watched the sunset again last night

                                                                                                                                  We are asked by Tony at   dversepoets.com   to write a Rondeau poem, it's rhyming going thusly:  3 stamzas  Refrain-aabba, aabRefrain, aabbaRefrain