The days march along, Flying faster as they pass, Till I breathe my last. When my life’s time ends, Will my soul find contentment, Or haunt night’s sloe gloom? Eternal unrest— Is that what my death will bring? Or an aught of peace? ©2021 KT Workman Note: Japanese Senryu—3 lines, 17 syllables. 1st line, 5 syllables; 2nd line,7 syllables; 3rd line 5 syllables. Subject matter usually the human condition.
Impressive as always.
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Thank you, Sister.
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I enjoyed the poem, and like the notation explaining the poetic type.
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Thank you, J. I recently took an online poetry writing class, and was amazed at how many forms there are. I thought some people would like knowing how a poem should be structured, according to it’s form.
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You thought correctly.
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