Poetic Form 83: Rimas Dissolutas

 Stranger From Nowhere

Walking city streets, boots clicking

the concrete. No one knows his name.

He is the stranger from nowhere.

Even though he’s been on these streets

for years. His shadow removes all 

memory of songs gone missing. 

The air he exhales ignites flames

in the words of their silent prayers. 

He can drop the stars like sharp beats

onto their hands, piercing the small

life lines until erased, kicking

the clock ahead. His rules, his game.

There is not a color, beware,

for his magic. No trick defeats

the way he knots the lines we call

divine. Tomorrows gone switching

with a wave of his hand. The blame

darkens their days. Silence declares

a last breath. His smile stops heartbeats

before they can catch their own fall.

Watch for the stranger from nowhere,

Waiting, a ghost in the back seat.

Poetic Form #83: Rimas Dissolutas

The rimas dissolutas form was popular in the 12th and 13th century 

with French poets. Each stanza contains no end rhymes, but each line

in the following stanzas rhymes with the corresponding line in the first

stanza. The poem sometimes employs an envoi at the end. There are 

no hard rules for syllable count, length, or meter. There just needs

to be consistency in the structure of the stanzas.