The Balance - a 20-line poem with an ebb-and-flow rhythm and a closing refrain
I'm awed that death should hold such beauty.
Chaucerian Roundel ~ a tercet, quatrain, and sestet with a refrain
But he left me standing there alone, for he knows not how to wait.
Can I seek joy, satisfaction, without my love?
The dawning sky with all its brilliant hue will soon be gone...
A poem for Father's Day
Here is a great reminder to appreciate our loved ones while they live.
Another preview of this week's poetry challenge form: Sonnetina Cinque.
So long We waited for This day to come.