grabs me and slays,
your soft touch burns my skin
and with each breath and tear I pay;
Killing are the nights when with you I lay
not able to escape your embrace or harsh views,
all the moments gathered up till today
leaves behind a pain of bouquet
and a quivering chin;
just walk in
until it leaves no room for silence...
no room for silence.
The syllable structure of the diatelle is as follows: 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1, but unlike an etheree, has a set rhyme pattern of abbcbccaccbcbba.
When with you I lay (diatelle)
By Meena Krish (10)
Delightful read. Forms tend to be a little difficult, especially adhering to the rules is increasingly painful to match. As for subject matter, all I can say is, WOW! I normally don't care for sad poetry but, this poem just had the punch in the gut of memories. Reminds me of Adele's song "hello" for some reason. Wonderful write!