Seren Roberts Poet Classicism

Regrets

Form: Infinite Dot Thirteen Verse Is a rare form of poetry, where by the poem is made up of thirteen lines and within the poem has interspersed dots for emphasis on the spoken word. However the total number of dots must add up to 33, and the additions to arrive at this number should or may have significance. Examples would be 16/17 or 10/10/13 or mystical such as 12/12/9 and you can subdivide the 12 say as 7/5 to equal 12. There are no other punctuations used, to place emphasis on the specific pauses. 





Life in your thirties 
Your getting old in youngsters eyes 
Yet what has happened to the years before 
I was born ...educated ...loved and lost 
Heart ached for the what was and isn't now 
Time passed thoughts remain 
Where are the friends I made along the way 
They dropped .......like stones ..... 
.....why 
Did conversation die 
Or fade 
.......Regrets 
Yes many...when I think of you.

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Etienne Lariviere April 12, 2015 at 3:29 PM très belle

Maurice Yvonne April 10, 2015 at 10:42 AM A sad write Seren. What can I do to cheer you up? Also an excellent write that is why I faved it. You are writing excellent poetry...it just gets better and better! Just like you!

Maurice Yvonne April 10, 2015 at 10:39 AM The comment below is all mine. I did not steal words from Paul Anka that Frank Sinitra is famous for singing. I wrote this My Way!

Maurice Yvonne April 10, 2015 at 10:36 AM My friend, I'll say it clear. I'll state my case, of which I'm certain. I've lived a life that's full. Regrets, I've had a few. I did what I had to do and saw it through. Through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out. I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing and now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing.To think I did all that and may I say, not in a shy way.For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught. A Fav!

Jan Allison April 9, 2015 at 6:17 AM Seren I was so pleased for Arthur to get poem of the day for his Mega death write - this is equally deserving of the honour - wise words indeed - we all have regrets in our lives and moving on from a friendship can happen for a million reasons :-) Hugs Jan xx 7 xx

Eileen Manassian April 9, 2015 at 3:28 AM Oh, Seren. This is such a powerful piece. I like how you have incorporated the form that Arthur introduced. I see the power of those dots here. I overuse dots in my writes, but to know that it can be used as poetry is fascinating. You brought your message home well in that last line. Beautiful. Seren Roberts April 9, 2015 at 4:02 AM Thank you so much Jade, was a very interesting way to write, I loved it.....clever Arthur Vaso to find this......Seren