Day 16-Poet Billow’s Challenge: It’s not a fairytale

For this prompt, create a new poetry form. You can focus on rhyme as does the sonnet, repetition of words or lines as do the pantoum and sestina, or subject matter as does the elegy.

Invent the form and then write the poem.

I decided to model my form loosely on the pantoum (Pantoumime) with my rules as follows:

  • Poem to comprise of 4 stanzas
  • Poem starts with a question that is repeated in each stanza but shifts

position until it is in the last line of the last stanza

  • You may alter the recurring question by use of punctuation or emphasis through Italics
  • The poem should deal with a perplexing issue

Why does nothing ever stay the same?

Walking down the aisle, fixed with a smile,

Nothing was impossible if we imagined it!

We vowed that nothing would ever change.

Fool to believe that we could keep that pledge.

Why? …. Does nothing ever stay the same?

In this world of looped-virtual, soap opera-reality,

You switched channels on me, wanting variety.

Did someone change the rules while we slept?

Am I the only one feeling cheated and bereft?

Why does nothing ever stay the same?

I thought it was all about us and a happy family,

The years have soldiered on with limping legs,

Patched up veterans standing in old enemy lines,

Reverting to lonely trenches – not artillery strikes.

Why does nothing ever stay the same?

The colour of your name

Now I see

Life in abundance.

Through you, I am so blessed,

Destiny’s guide, my soul-mate, clear as

Crystal!

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This form of poem is called a SIDLAK – Thank you Quirky for sharing with us.

Its structure comprises syllables of 3/5/7/9/  with the last line being a colour to give you a total of five lines.

The last line must be a COLOUR that describes the whole poem or the feelings of the writer. Life comes in different shades and hues. The colourful the merrier. Try it out with your true colours.

This is a special dedication to my dear friend Christel whom I met 3 years ago on a Jazz train in Switzerland and from the pavement in GStaad, she has been an inextricable part of my life ever since. Christel,you see me as no one else can – in my true colours. With lots of love – Chevvy

   For you: one day we will cry me a river on the Hudson🌹