Some kind of sanctity stirs beneath the strings
though disruption sought them in the blankness
of the mornings and the canvas that doesn’t know
what its becoming after last night’s mess-making.
Though disruption sought them in the blankness
stark against your bazaar fabrics that still
hold the wind of the country that spun them.
Of the mornings and the canvas that doesn’t know
how to form, as sure as the dress you taught me to fashion
pollen-dusted, airborne, swishing to fruition.
What it’s becoming after last night’s mess-making
is some kind of zephyr trapped between layers of good intentions
and long-forgotten dreams that flow through my fingers.
© N Nazir 2021
Written for dVerse Poetry Prompt, hosted by Grace.
Today’s poetry form is Trimeric, which was invented by Charles A. Stone.
The rules are pretty simple:
1. Trimeric has 4 stanzas
2. The first stanza has 4 lines
3. The other three stanzas have 3 lines each
4. The first line of each stanza is a refrain of the corresponding line in the first stanza (so 2nd stanza starts with the second line, third stanza starts with the third line, etc.).
5. The sequence of lines, then, is abcd, b – -, c – -, d – -.
Note: No other rules on line length, meter, or rhyme.
* I’m not a classical music buff but I can’t get enough of this guy. These are the strings I’m talking about.