Poetic Form 64: Terzanelle

 

Just

I swear your tomorrows will not be the same.

Let me show you the true definition of forever.

Just kiss me like you don’t know his name.

Open your hands, release the smell of his letters.

We can find our way to being lost.

Let me show you the true definition of forever.

Exhale all the sweet nothings he whispered soft.

Lift your eyes when you hear my name.

We can find our way to being lost.

Place his midnight gaze in a flame, 

burn away the weight of his promise.

Lift your eyes when you hear my name.

My arms are strong enough for you to find solace.

I’ll mend all the tears he left behind,

burn away the weight of his promise.

Walk with me, who knows what we will find.

I swear your tomorrows will not be the same.

I’ll mend all the tears he left behind.

Just kiss me like you don’t know his name.

Poetic Form #64: Terzanelle

The terzanelle form combines aspects of the villanelle and the terza rima. 

The form has nineteen lines, with five triplets and a concluding quatrain. The second 

line of each triplet stanza is repeated as the third line in the following stanza.  

The first and third lines of the first stanza are the second and final lines of the

concluding quatrain. Traditional terzanelle poems use a consistent iambic meter,

but I did not use that in my poem. 

The form is as follows:

A(1) B A(2)

b C B

c D C

d E D

e F E

f A(1) F A(2)