The path in front of me is dark;
To reach to my destination park
Must Crossover
Illuminated yellow slot
Must Crossover
Illuminated yellow slot
dictates the only legal spot
The Crosswalk
Lazy me longs to cross right here
Lazy me longs to cross right here
I listen to my real fear
No Crosscut
I find myself living outside
I find myself living outside
My comfort zone ~ I must decide
A Crossroad
All these voices in my own head
All these voices in my own head
Making my ears begin to dread
More Crosstalk
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© Lisa N ~ 3/31/11
This form is called a Compound Word Verse. Made up of five 3-line stanzas for a total of 15 lines.
The last line in each stanza ends in a compound word that share a common word from the title.
Rhyme scheme is aab with a meter of 8,8,3
Very lovely! I think I get lots of cross talk all day long from myself.
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You have such a wonderful style of writing poetry. I usually do free verse, but I should try different forms like this!
ReplyDeleteYou are officially my blogging hero of the week. The A to Z challenge is hard enough, and you're doing poetry!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poetry, too. :)