Showing posts with label Roundelay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Roundelay. Show all posts

Friday, May 21, 2021

April Poetry Challenge 2021: Day Twenty

 


“This April Snow”


The morning starts, coffee maker a glow

Window reveals flurries passing by

A winter wind rattles my ribs, temperature low

No one will notice the ice in the corner of my eye

I smile, as I fall apart like this April snow

Gently moving down from the steel grey sky


A winter wind rattles my ribs, temperature low

No one will notice the ice in the corner of my eye

I try to capture a moment from a photo

I only hear the memory of your goodbye

I smile, as I fall apart like this April snow

Gently moving down from the steel grey sky


I try to capture a moment from a photo

I only hear the memory of your goodbye

The days are now unplanted rows

Loneliness knocks at the door, ready to testify

I smile, as I fall apart like this April snow

Gently moving down from the steel grey sky


The days are now unplanted rows

Loneliness knocks at the door, ready to testify

My breath says another love I may never know

Or feel the freedom of days in July

I smile, as I fall apart like this April snow

Gently moving down from the steel grey sky

Thursday, July 23, 2020

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