The cadence in this poem is intentionally broken to add to the stress. Iíve repeated the three lines of the first stanza for intensity.


Death by chance

The cold today steals your life
The wind has an edge
Cuts and slashes like a knife
As I walk oríe the bridge

The wind has an edge
It burdens the air
With the weight of a kedge
The ice below a vicious lair

Cuts and slashes like a knife
As I watch transfixed
The man below in mortal strife
His path to shore on ice pans fixed

As I walk oríe the bridge
He walks pan to pan
My thoughts go to which
Of us has reached lifeís span




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Written on 2019-01-30 at 15:48

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
I congratulate you on this ingenious form! It resembles a roundeau redouble. And the first line must have an especial resonance this week to persons in Wisconsin, Indiana, Illinois ...
2019-01-31


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
If your day's been like mine, you've asked a fair question.
2019-01-31