The Times I Cannot Cope

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – InForm Poet:  Rondine

The “rondine” is very similar to the rondeau.

12-line poem
2 stanzas
7 lines in the first stanza; 5 lines in the second
8 or 10 syllables per line, except in the 7th and 12th lines
7th and 12th lines are a refrain
The refrain comes from the opening word or phrase of the poem

Times I wake up not coping well
enough to force myself out of bed.
Covid-19, a living hell
exacerbates with certain dread
my claustrophobia, hard to quell.
Enclosed in mask, my panic spreads.
Times I wake

On days I can crawl out of my shell,
I see my sister. We walk ’til dead
on our feet, no gym, and feeling compelled
to exercise, ’til our skin turns red.
Times I wake

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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