Poetic Form 51: The Blitz

Throat Not Cut

Wolves at the door

Wolves at my throat

Throat bleeding

Throat hurting

Hurting my lungs

Hurting my eyes

Eyes filled with tears

Eyes burning

Burning the past

Burning my future

Future filled with fear

Future falling to pieces

Pieces of paper

Pieces of poems

Poems of hate

Poems of love

Love lost

Love found

Found in a box

Found by time

Time spent

Time lost

Lost to another

Lost in prayers

Prayers of salvation

Prayers in silence

Silence of the heart

Silence that echos 

Echos of the past

Echos of words

Words not said

Words that stumble

Stumble through life

Stumble and fall

Fall for the lies

Fall into winter

Winter always comes

Winter nights

Nights filled with stars

Nights hold danger

Danger of death

Danger around the corner

Corners hide

Corners sharp

Sharp like knives

Sharp enough to cut

Cut to the heart

Cut out the pain

Pain…

heart...

Poetic Form #51: The Blitz

The Blitz is a form based on rapid fire short phrases, with a repetitive format. 

The first line is one short phrase or image. The second line uses the first word

from line one with another short phrase.  Lines three and four start with the last

word of line two. Then lines five and six start with the last word of line four.

Repeat this pattern through 48 lines. Line 49 is the last word of line 48 and line 50

is the last word of line 47. The title of the poem is three words long using this format:

first word of line three, preposition or conjunction and the first word of line 47.

There is no punctuation.