This is a new form that I have played with…I am considering naming it Extremophile…here are the basics thus far:
series of four quatrains each with 2 word lines. The lines breakdown as the following: syllable count 3/2/2/3 rhyme: a/b/c/d ~ b/d/c/a ~ d/a/c/b ~ a/b/c/d
I recently watched a program about a biology surrounding life forms that call dwell and thrive in environmental extremes, known as extremophiles, as I observed it seemed profoundly clear that we humans could easily be considered in this category. These words followed.
He stood before me, a face like stone mason carving. I brought in his space and grazed my tongue along his cheek. Under each gentle pass of my affection, his stone melted into supple skin.
She stood before me, a face like ceramic painted mask. I brought in her space and kissed away her dark crimson lips. In our pressed greeting, her mask cracked into pieces leaving only tangerine blushing cheeks.
I stand before me, a face like all those whom I see. I bring in their space and caress each as unique. Under my umbrella arms, raining tears streak faces that melt into bone, revealing our commonality.
inspired by the prompt ‘a face like’ at typetrigger.com
All souls stand on the same earthen crust
Each sharing a singular vein of blood
The consumption of this identity swallowed by fear
The verity of our commonality drowned in tears
Endless memorials of senseless tragedy
Imprison us in an incessant state of agony
This is the time when we unlock these binds
Letting go of the scripts that hinder our minds
Lock hands and honor the casualties of ignorance
Ending the decades of our indifference
As all the borders fall, hear the song of love call
Contributed to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics hosted by the talented Mark Kerstetter
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