She realized the futility of worry,
Having lived a life in hurried slices;
Her steps in little flurries
When nothing much suffices.
Having lived a life in hurried slices,
She wondered what it was worth;
When nothing much suffices
And all she found was dearth.
She wondered what it was worth
As truth revealed the things that hurt;
And all she found was dearth
Amid the ripples of her skirt.
As truth revealed the things that hurt
The air became unsettled;
Amid the ripples of her skirt
She sought her former mettle.
The air became unsettled,
Her steps in little flurries;
She sought her former mettle,
She realized the futility of worry.
Note: Written for dVersePoet’s 8/2/12 prompt, “Form For All: Pantoum,” a challenging form posted by Samuel Peralta. Basically the stanzas follow an ABAB rhyme scheme with the BB lines repeated as the AA lines in the next stanza. The final stanza closes with the AA lines of the first stanza working as the BB lines, but in reverse order, thus forming a closed circle.
Year:
2012
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