Yet
* This is a form I created called “Cinqopet” - I hope you enjoy it. *
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oh why do you yet haunt me so?
your ghosts will never let me go
deep in the night from far below
they turned my dearest dreaming
as sprites of moonlight, scheming
oh why do you still come to me
and make me ache to break and be
more hopes lost to that endless sea
and drowned for sake of needing
your dark to leave me bleeding?
just when it feels you’ve left my heart
your spirit rends it wide-apart -
an open wound, served a la carte
when daylight comes to waken
lost ‘midst the morrows, taken
you wander, wild, this ‘bysmal brain
beneath these lands of counterpane
to bring me morns so daubed with rain
four-tens of years from leaving
this somber soul’s still grieving
oh would I could, I’d kill them, cold -
love’s fancy flights a dream can mold
though if the truth be plainly told
they’re dearer me than morning
those phantoms midst their borning …
those phantoms, You.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, March 19, 2023
( Did you notice the nod to Robert Louis Stevenson in stanza four? )
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