For Sr

Splendiferous, once was love; it’s heights a peak of madness: A burning need, a flow’ring seed blooming with passion’s delight. Differences seem to balance. Weaknesses offset by strength. A missing part connects two hearts, Imperfect, but now complete Hope and dreams unimagined take root and begin to grow with focused beam upon the scene-- a future slowly unfolds. Day by day the living starts; small quirks begin to annoy. Somehow you find, through daily grind, wide fissures and cracks appear. First, comes the stiff, cold-shoulder; then, talking turns to silence. Throughout the room, pervades a gloom, the pall of love in death's vice. ‘Til all that’s left is walking despite certain pain and fear-- a scarred flesh with no hope-chest to sustain it on the way. Now prayers of intercession Erupt from faint heart and lips, a healing spell, curing the ills: Holy balm for what afflicts. One day, Love will stroll back in to mend emotional wounds; Transformed by grace, upon the face of a soul in need of rest. Hold strong to your faith, my friend when the darkness overwhelms. Until such time, you’ll ever find my friendship is always near. jsc 11/18/2015 This is the second poem I've written in this original form of 7-7-8-7 where the third line consists of six words with internal rhyme on words three and six. Now, I think the form needs a name. Any Ideas?