I fear that I shall not long bear in mind
Memories I thought we’d always treasure;
But life’s uncertainties can seem unkind—
You and I have had more than our measure.
I’ve loved you without ever asking why.
Darling, we have been each other’s pleasure,
So do me this one favor ‘til I die:
With the cord of love retention tether,
Perchance this ill to sometimes nullify—
Help me to remember us together.
Copyright © 2018 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved
Based on the 2004 film The Notebook
Stress Matrix Dectet ~ 10-line poem with 10 syllables per line
rhyme and rhythm are strict
odd lines are iambic pentameter; even lines are trochaic pentameter
Rhyme scheme: aBaBcBcDcD, where the lowercase letters represent iambic lines and the uppercase letters represent trochaic lines
This poem is mathematically precise, for the end result is a perfectly symmetrical rhyme and a checkerboard effect of stressed and unstressed syllables.