Paradelle Under Streetlight

by Jess
I wait by the streetlight for you.
I wait by the streetlight for you.
Strangers pass without glancing my way.
Strangers pass without glancing my way.
The glancing strangers wait, for I pass
by my streetlight way without you.
 
Empty pop bottles stand in piles.
Empty pop bottles stand in piles.
But I cry, not knowing what to do.
But I cry, not knowing what to do.
I stand, but what do bottles not cry
in knowing to pop empty piles?
 
Why a lonely night as I shiver alone?
Why a lonely night as I shiver alone?
I know you will find me, not lost forever.
I know you will find me, not lost forever.
Find not, I alone lost what you know.
I will shiver a night forever lonely as me.
 
Why do empty strangers wait, glancing
forever without knowing I lost you? I know
not, but I find a way in by lonely will.
What piles I stand to pass, not pop.
The night bottles my streetlight shiver
as you alone cry for me.

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When I have writer's block, I will sometimes drift back to the silly "Paradelle" poetry form by Billy Collins. Though meant as a parody, I tend to use the rigid parameters of the made-up form to help me through my block and try to create some sense, even though that's not necessarily the true intent of the form itself. I still try to have fun.

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