Wrecked: Dechnad-3
The sea, you see, we both agree -
he’s sure to come ashore
The tide is tied to lunacy
he does the moon adore
You’ve seen his swells, how they arise
sighs uttered under breath
And when she wanes, comes his demise
cries, mourns her cruel death
To know and yet to not accept,
kept wracked by pitied plight -
Love’s lunacy find its precept
wrecked in her luscious light
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Okay, I’ll keep this one - doesn’t seem like the form got in the way… This it probably just me / weird, but I found it easier to think of each stanza as a 14-syllable-per-line couplet...
The Dechnad Mor: an Irish quatrain with 8a:6b:8a:6b, 2-syllable end rhymes, cross rhymes, and alliteration
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/dechnad-mor-poetic-forms
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