Rose Coloured Lies* Dark is the night of my years Stained is your note with my tears Dropped from my hand… Windows reflect all my fears Shattered by fragmented weirs Beneath the rand Rose among thorns with no shears Coloured last blush no one hears Lies in times sand. --DARK STAINED DROPPED WINDOWS SHATTERED BENEATH ROSE COLOURED LIES…-- deborahburch© 07/23/2012 I call this form: VIRELETTE* It is like the Virelai in its structure of line and syllable make-up...the variation is with the word beginning each line. Each word combined in sequence creates another poem, which is a synopsis of the original poem...LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK... :) deb