PANTOUM

 Earthweal OLW # 162

A four-stanza PANTOUM is common (although more may be used), and in the final stanza, lines one and three from the first stanza can be repeated, or new lines can be written. The pantoum form is as follows:^[1]

Stanza 1
A
B
C
D

I know the words of this song

must have been on the radio

my italian is not so good

i must have been about six

Stanza 2
B
E
D
F

that song was so joyous and fantastico

it made me want to dance

skipping round with clapping sticks

at the top of my voice singing

Stanza 3

E
G
F
H

she looks cute in those leopard skin pants

we'll make her a movie star

my mother  says laughing and cringing 

placing her hands over her ears

Stanza 4

G

I (line A or C )

H

J (line  A or C )

 

yes ....she will go far

as far as she wants to

she will have no fear

we will back her

Souvenir...

she had never heard of

the golden rule

her kindmess and

devortion to others

were intrinsic

a second skin

 

she did not need

chapter and verse 

to instil charity  into 

her own sweet heart

she was the sun 

that made the gospels shine

 

 

hers was to give 

without receiving

and everyone took

and took mercilessly

until the golden goose

was depleted and of no

more use to them

like her ancient silk stocking bag

and her old wartime

musty furs

smelling of face pwder

and cologne

hanging in the closet

 

 

 

at the end

without complaint

without bitterness

she sat alone in the rain

there was no elephant

to shelter her

 

 

i remember

how could i forget

 

THE AGE OF LONELINESS.....EARTHWEAL 

FRIDAY WRITINGS.... # 69

 

 

Alzheimer's Poem

 

EARTHWEAL OPEN LINK WEEKEND # 161 WEDNESDAY POETRY PROMPT # 647 WD

poor granny

 stolen moments 

 by  mobile phone

thoughtless kids

 time for

some serious will rattling 

face to face

What You Won't Do for Love

friday night
end of the working week
feet up
a drink with bobby caldwell
things could be worse

 

Friday Writings # 66

 

a gentler time
long gone now
childhood innocence
imaginative fun
and adventures

Whirligig #412

a storm is on the way

the darkness grows

a strange cry hails from the steep road

slow shuffling footsteps are heard from the faithless

still devious about their height and intentions

 

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "Slow through the Dark" by Paul Laurence Dunbar: slow, footsteps, height, strange, devious, faithless, road, steep, cry, storm, darkness, grow