Pause and stay
And passions’ needs obey
In truth’s highest form glorify
Our bare limbs, hearts and souls we unify
From base want to heaven’s door love elevate
Your trembling lips love for me verify
Hands grasp, from lips escape a sigh
Tangled together lay
Gaze eye to eye
Do not stray
In my ceramics class is a woman of a certain age who was railing against marriage, men, the patriarchy, male privilege, and life in general. I’m a very good listener and so I listened. After about an hour she started to run out of steam. That was when I asked the penetrating question, “Why are you so angry at men?” I sort of expected her to take a deep breath and have renewed vigor in lambasting half the population. Instead she got quiet and looked rather sad. Seems she had just finalized her divorce. And it was messy. She didn’t have any qualms about telling me about all the wrongs her ex-husband had committed. I can only imagine that I’d be bitter too if my marriage was anything like hers. Instead I think I must have hit the powerball lottery with Sparky. Even after nearly 40 years, we are best friends and he still thinks I’m the sexiest woman alive. And the passion is still alive and well!
The above is a Diatelle. This is a syllabic form created by Bradley Vrooman. It consists of 15 lines with a syllable count of: 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1 and a rhyme scheme of: a/b/b/c/b/c/c/a/c/c/b/c/b/b/a. I was a little intimidated by the limited rhyme, using only 3 rhymes but it wasn’t too bad once I figured out my topic.