Poetic Form 43: Roundelay

Maybe I am Wrong

When we fall time after time,

nothing heals our broken dreams.

And maybe I am wrong about this lifetime,

maybe happiness is a lie, just another scheme.

Every “I love you” a crime.

Our minds echoing with sorrowful screams.

And maybe I am wrong about this lifetime,

maybe happiness is a lie, just another scheme.

The cards and flowers, words that rhyme,

only illusions, fairy tales it seems.

Every “I love you” a crime.

Our minds echoing with sorrowful screams.

The cards and flowers, words that rhyme,

only illusions, fairy tales it seems.

Promises are meant to be broken, I’m

losing faith in the purpose of time’s stream.

Every “I love you” a crime.

Our minds echoing with sorrowful screams.

Promises are meant to be broken, I’m

losing faith in the purpose of time’s stream.

From Christmas mornings to our prime,

joy escapes our hands like moonbeams.

Every “I love you” a crime.

Our minds echoing with sorrowful screams.

Poetic Form #43: Roundelay 

A roundelay is a lyric poem that uses a refrain. This form is a version of a 
John Dryden roundelay found in Lewis Turco's The New Book of Forms. 

Here are the rhymes and refrains:

Line 1: a

Line 2: b

Line 3: A1

Line 4: B1

Line 5: A2

Line 6: B2

Line 7: A1

Line 8: B1

Line 9: A3

Line 10: B3

Line 11: A2

Line 12: B2

Line 13: A3

Line 14: B3

Line 15: A4

Line 16: B4

Line 17: A2

Line 18: B2

Line 19: A4

Line 20: B4

Line 21: a

Line 22: b

Line 23: A2

Line 24: B2