We have something special in the works...we really do. In the meantime, we thought it might be fun to try some collaborative poetry--even more fun if we try a collaborative sestina!
The form appears complicated, but can be broken down pretty simply: 6 stanzas of six lines each. Each stanza uses the same six end words, in a different order in each stanza.
To be clear:
Stanza 1: 123456
Stanza 2: 615243
Stanza 3: 364125
Stanza 4: 532614
Stanza 5: 451362
Stanza 6: 246531
To begin, we will need people to contribute our first six lines. Whatever words each person's line ends with will become our six repeated words. So give it some thought!
To keep it simple, each time you contribute a line, please cut and paste the previous lines into your new comment.
Off we go!
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I'll get things started:
When you've had enough of rain
I like this! Great idea!
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
ok folks, we have our 6 end words:
rain
mud
inside
blanket
clean
story
now let's sestina!
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside.
Let the fresh air tunnel inside
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside.
Let the fresh air tunnel inside
flesh the bad karma from your dusty history
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside.
Let the fresh air tunnel inside
flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,
unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside.
Let the fresh air tunnel inside
flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,
unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket
and absolve yourself of the constant rain.
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside.
Let the fresh air tunnel inside
flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,
unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket
and absolve yourself of the constant rain.
Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside.
Let the fresh air tunnel inside
flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,
unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket
and absolve yourself of the constant rain.
Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud
some glossy shade of not quite clean
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside.
Let the fresh air tunnel inside
flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,
unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket
and absolve yourself of the constant rain.
Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud
some glossy shade of not quite clean
Grab a piece of paper, white and clean
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside.
Let the fresh air tunnel inside
flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,
unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket
and absolve yourself of the constant rain.
Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud
some glossy shade of not quite clean
Grab a piece of paper, white and clean
as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside.
Let the fresh air tunnel inside
flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,
unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket
and absolve yourself of the constant rain.
Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud
some glossy shade of not quite clean
Grab a piece of paper, white and clean
as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,
close your eyes and write away the mud
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside.
Let the fresh air tunnel inside
flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,
unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket
and absolve yourself of the constant rain.
Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud
some glossy shade of not quite clean
Grab a piece of paper, white and clean
as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,
close your eyes and write away the mud,
let it seep from that cavity where you store e-
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside.
Let the fresh air tunnel inside
flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,
unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket
and absolve yourself of the constant rain.
Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud
some glossy shade of not quite clean
Grab a piece of paper, white and clean
as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,
close your eyes and write away the mud,
let it seep from that cavity where you store e-
merging thoughts against the months of rain
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside.
Let the fresh air tunnel inside
flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,
unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket
and absolve yourself of the constant rain.
Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud
some glossy shade of not quite clean
Grab a piece of paper, white and clean
as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,
close your eyes and write away the mud,
let it seep from that cavity where you store e-
merging thoughts against the months of rain
and wrap round you dreams, as if a lover's blanket
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside.
Let the fresh air tunnel inside
flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,
unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket
and absolve yourself of the constant rain.
Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud
some glossy shade of not quite clean
Grab a piece of paper, white and clean
as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,
close your eyes and write away the mud,
let it seep from that cavity where you store e-
merging thoughts against the months of rain
and wrap round you dreams, as if a lover's blanket
Emerge in love's memories, as the fragrance blankets
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside.
Let the fresh air tunnel inside
flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,
unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket
and absolve yourself of the constant rain.
Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud
some glossy shade of not quite clean
Grab a piece of paper, white and clean
as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,
close your eyes and write away the mud,
let it seep from that cavity where you store e-
merging thoughts against the months of rain
and wrap round you dreams, as if a lover's blanket
Emerge in love's memories, as the fragrance blankets
the skunk smell of a wasted life. Clean
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside.
Let the fresh air tunnel inside
flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,
unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket
and absolve yourself of the constant rain.
Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud
some glossy shade of not quite clean
Grab a piece of paper, white and clean
as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,
close your eyes and write away the mud,
let it seep from that cavity where you store e-
merging thoughts against the months of rain
and wrap round you dreams, as if a lover's blanket
Emerge in love's memories, as the fragrance blankets
the skunk smell of a wasted life. Clean
fresh awakening; as of rainbow after rain
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside.
Let the fresh air tunnel inside
flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,
unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket
and absolve yourself of the constant rain.
Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud
some glossy shade of not quite clean
Grab a piece of paper, white and clean
as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,
close your eyes and write away the mud,
let it seep from that cavity where you store e-
merging thoughts against the months of rain
and wrap round you dreams, as if a lover's blanket
Emerge in love's memories, as the fragrance blankets
the skunk smell of a wasted life. Clean
fresh awakening; as of rainbow after rain
Climb up the spine of colors then slide down the inside
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside.
Let the fresh air tunnel inside
flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,
unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket
and absolve yourself of the constant rain.
Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud
some glossy shade of not quite clean
Grab a piece of paper, white and clean
as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,
close your eyes and write away the mud,
let it seep from that cavity where you store e-
merging thoughts against the months of rain
and wrap round you dreams, as if a lover's blanket
Emerge in love's memories, as the fragrance blankets
the skunk smell of a wasted life. Clean
fresh awakening; as of rainbow after rain
Climb up the spine of colors then slide down the inside
Turning upside down and inside out the story
When you've had enough of rain
and your yard is filled with mud
it might be time to burrow inside
the couch. It may be time to blanket
the children in what cloth is clean
and read them a windblown story.
Later, open the windows of your second-story
castle. After all, you've earned your reign
with mops and Pledge and Mr. Clean
raging pre-dawn raids on soles of mud.
Stick your head out and let the wind blanket
your wailing heart, so empty inside.
Let the fresh air tunnel inside
flesh the bad karma from your dusty history,
unpin the sun skulking behind the blanket
and absolve yourself of the constant rain.
Sip it like chardonnay, paint the mud
some glossy shade of not quite clean
Grab a piece of paper, white and clean
as your bones, free of marrow, seen from inside,
close your eyes and write away the mud,
let it seep from that cavity where you store e-
merging thoughts against the months of rain
and wrap round you dreams, as if a lover's blanket
Emerge in love's memories, as the fragrance blankets
the skunk smell of a wasted life. Clean
fresh awakening; as of rainbow after rain
Climb up the spine of colors then slide down the inside
Turning upside down and inside out the story
of birthday cakes made out of mud
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