My first attempt at a Diatelle poem. I awaken, things seem odd, somethings' wrong |
A Diatelle poem, syllable count of 1,2,3,4,6,8,10,12,10,8,6,4,3,2,1, rhyme scheme of abbcbccaccbcbba Not Alone? I, Alone. Lying prone No one else here. But still ringing, the phone. I would answer, but something’s queer. My hands are tied, can’t get it to my ear. My memory’s fuzzy, something’s over my eyes. Can’t move an inch, no idea what’s near, But now alone, I find I fear. For a floorboard did groan Who’s here? Unclear. Not alone, At home. Why? Jim Dorrell 2/15/11 |