Poetry Form: Rondel

She can’t let it go, not quite yet
relied too much that an end would be there,
but broken are denied passions and fair
is the movement of time and her safety net.

The break is done, solid and set
all years tossed back, uneasy, into the air
She can’t let it go, not quite yet
relied too much that an end would be there.

Whirling mistakes, break and fret,
agonise over if they even should care 
mourn over the loss of something so rare
all that’s left is ache and regret.
Still, she can’t let it go, not quite yet.

r.l.w

Rondel

A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows:

ABba

abAB

abbaA.

The capital letters are the refrains or repeats.

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