Whittled Words – Rimas Dissolutas Poem


Welcome to the weekly series, Whittled Words. A series highlighting the innumerable types and styles of poetry to challenge any creative wordsmith. This week’s selection:





Another French troubadouric form, popular with 12th and 13th century poets, Rimas Dissolutas is a poem that rhymes and does not rhyme. For instance, each stanza contains no end rhymes, but each line in each stanza rhymes with the corresponding line in the next stanza–sometimes employing an envoi at the end.

For example, here is how the end rhymes would work in a Rimas Dissolutas with three five-line stanzas:

Stanza 1, Line 1, end rhyme -a
Stanza 1, Line 2, end rhyme -b
Stanza 1, Line 3, end rhyme -c
Stanza 1, Line 4, end rhyme -d
Stanza 1, Line 5, end rhyme -e

Stanza 2, Line 6, end rhyme -a
Stanza 2, Line 7, end rhyme -b
Stanza 2, Line 8, end rhyme -c
Stanza 2, Line 9, end rhyme -d
Stanza 2, Line 10, end rhyme -e

Stanza 3, Line 11, end rhyme -a
Stanza 3, Line 12, end rhyme -b
Stanza 3, Line 13, end rhyme -c
Stanza 3, Line 14, end rhyme -d
Stanza 3, Line 15, end rhyme -e

(If the poem had an envoi, it might be 2-3 lines long using the c, d, and/or e rhymes.)

Note: There are no rules for meter, line length, or syllables–except that it should be consistent from stanza to stanza.


Examples of Rimas Dissolutas Poems:




By Robert Lee Brewer

the cat of sadness does not purr
late at night anymore or hunt
for creatures to offer up still
half-alive & held in her teeth

oblivious to trembling furr
focused on performing her stunt
& pleasing her king on the hill
who loved her above & beneath

but who left her for a new thrill
as she curled up into a wreath



By Lawrencealot

We touch and kiss and hold and hug,

and work to earn our daily bread.

Our foodstuff’s ready in the store –

our meat our milk our wines our cake.

A small bird looking for a bug

about to be a meal instead

we breed to fatten, kill, and more

are we more proper than the snake?




By Brad Osborne



Bequeathed to me, what lies unseen

The secrets and the unspoken

Where true becomes a fallacy

In the words that we never hear

And the truth that was left unknown

The treasures worthy of a Queen

A heart offered as mere token

Is bound in tragic malady

In the words that always hold fear

And the love that was left unshown

This is how it has always been

When silence remains unbroken

Love withheld is a tragedy

For all the ones we deem so dear

Trapped by a silence that has grown

Left unsaid, it will always be

The silence of the coming years

In the seeds that we leave unsown


I hope you have enjoyed this entry to the series, Whittled Words. I look forward to your comments, and if you dare, maybe share your own Rimas Dissolutas poem. Thanks for reading!


9 Responses to “Whittled Words – Rimas Dissolutas Poem”
  1. beth says:

    how sad the seeds unsown. had you lived in another time, I have no doubt you would have been a troubadour as your profession

  2. kristianw84 says:

    This looks like another challenging form, but I suppose all form poetry is challenging to some degree. Once again, I loved yours the most! The seeds left unsown is a sad thought, but it was beautifully written.

  3. I’ve never heard of this before, but love the example.

  4. Bridgette says:

    I love this series, you always find such interesting poems. “When silence remains unbroken”—such a powerful and important topic. Well, done.

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