(Rubaiyat)
The day was broken east and over you,
And I imagine, broken in you too.
You darkened by the ash of your once house,
Your once friends sprinkled by the broken dew.
The day was broken east and over you,
And I imagine, broken in you too.
You darkened by the ash of your once house,
Your once friends sprinkled by the broken dew.
2007-04-24 at 4.17 pm
"Patterns of Poetry" describes a Rubaiyat as an iambic pentameter quatrain rhymed aaba, "contemplative to the point of melancholy". I think I overshot melancholy, hitting despair instead.
2007-04-27 at 4.16 pm
Mmm…I would just say "melencholy." Sounds like "Neutral Tones" by Hardy. That and "One Art" by Elizabeth Bishop (a villanelle) probably have you beat in the despair category.