© RHPeat 10:03 am, 3/19/09
Form: A Quatern: 4 quatrains with a refrain that shifts
Lines(1R,2,3,4; 1,2R,3,4; 1,2,3R,4; 1,2,3,4R)
8 syllabic meter/verse.
Smiling Within Her Cubicle/ a quatern
Smiling Within Her Cubicle
That’s the woman that lives inside
a room that is tightly closed up.
She walks in rings around her chair
then she sits before the window
to stare into the nothing there.
That’s the woman that lives inside
who finds emptiness everywhere.
She keeps all her doors locked so firm
to obscure the bigger world out-
side. She holds herself safe from harm.
That’s the woman that lives inside
to stay away from the danger
out there. She hasn’t quite discovered
she’s nobody there; she knows it
all. Latched in fierce security
that’s the woman that lives inside.
© RHPeat 3/19/09,
A poetic description of a very unhappy person. Does it so well.
The poem and the form are both beautiful Ron. Thanks for sharing. .... SMILE! THE DAY IS A NEW GIFT! :)emilou g.
So you have met her too...now you have told the world her secret and she will be pitied...nice write. (I wonder if she will forgive you...) Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing