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.
