Time and Space

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