Much like on the water. Leaving awake
a surface turmoil that stirred the deep.
Was it disorder purely for passion’s sake?
Emotion like waves crashing my heart’s keep.
A surface turmoil that stirred. The deep-
rooted belief that faithful love would prevail.
Emotion, like waves, crashing. My heart’s keep,
a false wall erected, destined to fail.
Rooted belief: that faithful love would prevail
caused me to assume a guise detached;
a false wall erected. Destined to fail
(she was passing swiftly), I became attached.
Caused me to presume. A guise, detached;
was it disorder? Purely for passion’s sake
she was passing (swiftly I became attached)
much like on the water, leaving a wake.
* * *
So, Jilly is at the helm at dVerse Poets Pub for Meeting the Bar. She’s raised the bar, bidding us to “…write a Form Poem that makes use of Repetitive Lines.”