Shadow
Lost in the dark
No smiles soar my spirit
The light bent to your grace and whim
‘Til one day you flew away and things changed
Now my face warms from stolen sun
Yet joy eludes my thoughts
I liked the cold
Shadow
For Quadrille Monday at dVerse. The challenge is to write a poem using 44 words and I decided to do it in Rictameter Verse. The style is explained here, but it is a relatively simple form. However the trick, as always, lies in the execution. The only requirement is a strict syllable count: 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2 with the first line repeating as the last line. The style can be rhyming or not depending on how you feel. I went with non-rhyming and I hope you enjoy.
J. Milburn
When just a young’un
free of care and worry
the Reunion held
joys and excitement
slipping on the couch
vacated by Gramps
stealing precious minutes
of sleep before the day
breakfast at the Restaurant
Granny at the grill
familiar faces watched
impromptu singing and dancing
a trip down the street
Dad’s Mom and Dad
childish disregard thought
stifling and dull without cousins
Pavilion fills between two family homes
elders jawing, women gossiping
an afternoon stop
for a quick bite
readiness grows for dark
lights and shrieks of
laughter, joy, music, arguments
line dance seamlessly across thoughts
Time to go
as cars, family and stranger
use the driveway
as a parking lot
crowd mills, lines form
a thrown rock
hits two relatives
before the ground
Writing To Be Noticed 