The home stretch of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo is on! The challenge today is to write about some space that might have some sort of emotional tie to it. Having spent an evening hearing from my little girls how my ex is being neglectful of things that once meant so much to me about what was once my home, that sort of got me thinking on the line of thought. In the poem below, I try to capture the feelings that might occur when things have hit their end.
It is in the poetry form it is because I wrote this in the Tuesday night short form poetry class. Tonight’s form is called a Terza Rima.
The way this form is written is as follows:
What is a Terza Rima?
ter•za ri•ma -[tert-suh ree-muh; It. ter-tsah ree-mah]
• Traditional Italian poetry form (Third rhyme)
• Three line stanza (tercet) using a interlinking chain rhyme
• The second line of each tercet is the rhyme scheme for the first and third lines of the next tercet
• ABA, BCB, CDC
• No limit to stanzas – but let’s keep it short
• end with a single line or couplet, repeating the rhyme of the final tercet
o d-e-d, e or d-e-d, ee
• No set rhyme but iambic pentameter preferred
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by Michael Romani
But now I find those moments are dead
All those memories are faded and fleeing
And all the locks are changed, yet, even so
That ghostly house contained our marriage bed
Too late remembered and yet even still
These are the things we’ll never know
Lingering on and on in that stagnant air
That once upon had given such a thrill
My heart has too, I stop and … quietly swear


