Death’s Imminent Kiss, By Donna Matthews

Today’s poetry form is called Rondine Poetry. From Brewer,

12-line poem
2 stanzas
7 lines in the first stanza; 5 lines in the second
8 or 10 syllables per line, except in the 7th and 12th lines
7th and 12th lines are a refrain
The refrain comes from the opening word or phrase of the poem
Rhyme pattern looks like this: abbaabR/abbaR

Death’s Imminent Kiss

stop following the crowd; you’ll learn this
pulling apart beliefs, stretching your thoughts
your soul and stomach tied in knots
this unceasingly societal hiss
the running, grasping, you won’t miss
empathy defeating reckless potshots
stop following the crowd

do you remember? Let’s reminisce–
we weren’t always this angry, this cross
sharing fences, stories, and bread sauce
our hearse draws near, death’s imminent kiss
stop following the crowd

Now to you…wanna try a Rondine poem? Share a link in the comments below!

I am on a personal challenge to explore and write in 100+ different poetic forms.  To assist me in this journey is Robert Lee Brewer’s The Complete Guide of Poetic Forms where he gives the form and an example. Death’s Imminent Kiss is #43 in this collection I’m calling, very simply, 100+ Poetic Forms.

Hey y’all, thanks for visiting the Go Dog Go Cafe and I hope you enjoyed reading today’s selection. I am Donna Matthews, a born and bred Texan who can usually be found writing, painting, taking pictures, or traveling the world on foot. I’m all about love, people, sharing, and doing life together and would love to get to know you. I host two blogs…the first, The DJ Ranch, documents my personal adventures while the second, Slay The Chaos, focuses on mindsets, technology, productivity and organization. Come on over for a visit sometime 💙

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