Time goes by, and I realize I have not put much online lately. It isn't that I haven't been writing, but because I have. And I have been busy with life.
I don't know if anyone has invented this poetry form or not. I will have to research it. I would call it a Shuffle. I have written the poem to have alternating lines. The first Stanza is non-rhyming, the second has the same rhyme throughout, then the lines are alternated to make the third stanza. Better understood after reading it!
Time and Space
So much time, .
Wait... short the time,
Something's wrong -
Each battered soul
Desires as I
A contented walk
No stress or grimace
Though time runs short
In joyful Autumn
I dare to linger
so little space
but long the race
confounded pace
in need of grace
to find a place
without dark trace
clouding face
so much is chase
such a fickle embrace
ere sweet flakes of lace.
So much time,
so little space.
Wait... short the time,
but long the race;
Something's wrong -
confounded pace!
Each battered soul
in need of grace
Desires as I
to find a place;
A contented walk
without dark trace
No stress or grimace
clouding face,
Though time runs short,
so much is chase
In joyful Autumn
such a fickle embrace
I dare to linger
ere sweet flakes of lace.
by Donna JT Smith, ©11/22/2019
Friday, November 22, 2019
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