Can’t call a soul to my defense
The blame is mine, this wound immense
Don’t fall! Don’t fall! – sworn to uphold
The secrets of new spring leaves hold
The heart, the soul, can’t be controlled
You paint the sky with stars so bold
My vow too gone to be consoled
The secrets learned too late are cold
This love for you never is told
For to another yours is doled
Love found, yet lost, is the penance
To ache in this profound silence
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Because I have not done a poetic form in a while – today’s form: Duo-Rhyme (12 line)
The Duo-rhyme, is a 10 or 12-line poem, with the first two and last two lines having the same rhyme scheme, and the center of the poem (lines #3 through #8 or #10) having their own separate mono-rhyme scheme.
Meter: 8 beats per line, written in iambic tetrameter (4 linear feet of iambic)
Rhyme Scheme: 10-line: a,a,b,b,b,b,b,b,a,a or 12-line: a,a,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,a,a
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Open Link Night – 144
“Love found, yet lost, is the penance.” This is a painful thought really….and the ache, as you described it, is intense.
I thought you carried off the form without making it sing-songy which is always the pitfall for this type of form. Isn’t it interesting that love can be lost and found, but what is it? We can’t hold it in hands, or weigh it or even lock it somewhere. It is the most elusive of things.
This captures much of what I love about poetry – words put together in unique ways to express timeless thoughts or feelings. Also a little mystery. I enjoyed reading and reading after understanding the format.
Love seeing new poetic forms….thanks for the introduction to this one. And the subject/content….ouch…deeply painful and heartfelt!
There is a true challenge to carry through so much meaning in so strict limitations.. really well done… and that sadness of the “other” the unrequited love. An experience we grow from but still filled with pain
i suppose the first step out is not blaming anyone else for life.. and the path is long.. the path is hard.. but the path as strong.. after weak of heart.. grows another garden of light.. of soul.. deeper than.. before..:)
A great work on the form here… There is a quiet strength here that really pulls you through.
What do I think? I think not only is this a good poem filled with strength, but your control on the form is excellent. All those words and their rhyming making sense, communicating, and holding true to the form. Wonderful write!