Shivering, the young woman stepped outside pulling on the toggle of her duffle coat shielding herself from the blistering wind Just after five and darkness had already fallen as she headed west on the tree-lined avenue
An old man sat quietly in the corner of the café Staring into his bottomless cup of coffee Ignoring hunger pains, twiddling with the hole in the left finger of his old gloves His head filled with memories suppressed
An elegant woman sat upright with a fixed smile He, a puffed up blowhard, at the microphone Commanding attention with his loud voice and phony diatribe as kiss-asses drooled Her body ached and her mind lived in the past
A lifetime ago two kids had clung to each other Inseparable, joined at the hip, in love She from the house on the hill, privileged He from the other side of the railroad tracks His intellect and her beauty, a winning combo
The young woman saw him in the cafe, head lowered It had been a long time passing before her call to him Entering he looked up at her, eyes clouded, and she went to him Her father embraced her and she clung to him tightly He needed to know his one true love was dying
Bjorn is hosting D'Verse Poets and has prompted us with a form called Cadralor. The cadralor is a poem of 5, unrelated, numbered stanzaic images, each of which can stand alone as a poem, is fewer than 10 lines, and ideally constrains all stanzas to the same number of lines. Imagery is crucial to cadralore: each stanza should be a whole, imagist poem, almost like a scene from a film, or a photograph. The fifth stanza acts as the crucible, alchemically pulling the unrelated stanzas together into a love poem. By “love poem,” we mean that your fifth stanza illuminates a gleaming thread that runs obliquely through the unrelated stanzas and answers the compelling question: “For what do you yearn?”
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Oh dear, it’s so beautifully written which is kind of mesmerising. Hats off to you🎀🦋
You are so kind. Thank you very much ☺️💕
This could be a wonderful short film with all those images coming together in that old final embrace.., Knowing is also to be including in that final mourning.
Thank you so much. It was my first Cadralor.
Oh my heart this is incredibly vivid and stirring, Christine 💝💝
Thank you Sanaa. I do love a story when I can tell one ☺️💕
Thanks Punam ☺️💕
A life in summary, love being the final honour, a very moving read.
Thanks Paul. I’m happy you liked it ☺️
My pleasure indeed.
The ending is sad but I love the story telling in this format.
Thanks Grace. The format for me encouraged a mini story rather than poetry. Right or wrong, it was fun to do ☺️
Such vivid snapshots, Christine! 💞
Thanks Punam ☺️💕
My pleasure, dear. 😊❤️
Snapshots that pull together into a poignant ending. I like your descriptions in the locations and times.
Thanks Lisa ☺️💕
You’re welcome 🙂
This tugs at the heartstrings … a beautiful write.
Thanks Helen, you’re so sweet ☺️💕
So beautiful and sad, Christine! I love your carefully painted scenes.
Thank you Ingrid. I really appreciate it ☺️💕
Oh luv how you worked this form. Bravo
Aww thanks Gillena. I think it’s more story than poet
More story than poetry, I meant to say 🤭
Such a beautifully written story/ poem. Very moving.
Thank you Sadje. I’m happy you liked it! ☺️💕🌺
You’re welcome my friend