Showing posts with label Catena Rondo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Catena Rondo. Show all posts

Monday, May 2, 2022

PAD 2022 Day 26: Anti-love


 This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2022 challenge and will be revised. 


PAD Prompt: Anti-love

Poetic Form:  Catena Rondo


“Let’s Be Honest”


Let’s finally be honest about this.

Love is an illusion we compose 

with recycled cliches no one knows.

Let’s finally be honest about this.


Love is an illusion we compose. 

Past moments quickly fade.

We color in loneliness. It never stays.

Love is an illusion we compose.


Past moments quickly fade

reminding us that love is already gone.

Every kiss ends, every person moves on.

Past moments quickly fade


reminding us that love is already gone.

We stand alone holding the aftershocks

from broken hearts now behind locks,

reminding us that love is already gone.


Let’s finally be honest about this.

Love is an illusion we compose 

with recycled cliches no one knows.

Let’s finally be honest about this.


Saturday, August 1, 2020

Poetic Form 52: Catena Rondo



Twenty-two

Twenty-two years gone by today.

One man, one woman, building a life

through moments of joy and strife.

Twenty-two years gone by today.


One man, one woman, building a life.

Six names born into the world.

Each with their own talents furled.

One man, one woman, building a life.


Six names born into the world.

Late night cries during storms.

Stories told in blankets kept us warm.

Six names born into the world.


Late night cries during storms

of rain and tragedy. Our story

tells of the power of love’s glory.

Late night cries during storms.


Of rain and tragedy. Our story

unfolds with each new day.

Even when we don’t know the way.

Of rain and tragedy; our story.


Twenty-two years gone by today.

One man, one woman, building a life

through moments of joy and strife.

Twenty-two years gone by today.



Poetic Form #52: Catena Rondo

The catena rondo is composed of a variable number of quatrains with a rhyme pattern

of AbbA. The first line of each quatrain is also the final line of the quatrain. Then, the

second line is the first line of the next quatrain The final quatrain repeats the first quatrain

word for word. There are no rules for meter, syllables, or subject matter.