Empty Lines (Rondeau)

by Lost One   Jan 14, 2019


These empty lines stare back at me
A blank page begs and pleads that we
Work together to fill its soul
With rhyming words to make it whole
To take away its misery

And as we two sort life's debris
Flashes of insight unforseen
Bring just a semblance of control
These empty lines...

The ink builds up, I set it free
Soon the writing is all I see
This of course, the elusive goal
Fill up the lines to help console
The quiet rage inside of me
These empty lines....

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  • 1 year ago

    by Michael

    Not easy to crack - are these 'Rondeau's. you have done a good job here, with a story to match.
    Well done fella :) M

  • 1 year ago

    by Maple Tree

    I truly love this poem...

    beautiful form Tony :-)

    • 1 year ago

      by Lost One

      Thank you, for both the kind words and the nomination.

  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Excellent work, Tony. These really aren't easy.

    All the best,

    Ben

    • 1 year ago

      by Lost One

      Its no sonnet but it was fun.

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