The Sapphic Stanza

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Blue and clear, the sky stretches over valleys

Cloudless splendour heralding summer’s fervour.

Autumn’s colours fade as the flush of summer

Brightens life vivid .

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The Sapphic Stanza is made up of three unrhymed lines of eleven syllables and one of five. Each line consists of two trochees, one dactyl and two trochees. This line is termed a Sapphic.
The (fourth) last line consists of one dactyl and one trochee, and is termed an Adonic. This gives a rhyme scheme of:

It has already been stated that there are eleven syllables to each line, and also that there are five feet of unrhymed lines as well.

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Do You Get Tired from Writing?

Do you get tired from writing?

Run out of things to say?

That’s how I have been feeling lately.

do you ever get tired
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I also like to exercise.

But most days I don’t feel like doing that either.

Sometimes you just have to push yourself to do it.

The scariest moment is always just before you start. After that, things can only get better.

― Stephen King 

Happy Friday dear bloggers. Will you be doing anything fun for Friday the 13th?

Check out a new blogger, or as I like to say, “stranger” I have met –> Kavya

Also, if you haven’t yet, check out some of my new posts…
I Broke Your Heart/
Thinking About You Tonight/
Do You Want To Kiss Me?/

I Broke Your Heart | Short Poem No. 92

I broke your heart
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I broke your heart
and made you cry.
I can’t ever
take that back.

I didn’t watch
with my mind’s eye.
I can’t ever
simply go back.

When I toss words
out to the sea.
They float to none;
only to me.

But when I toss
words to a friend.
I can’t redo
that bitter end.

Can I redo
that bitter end?

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Thinking About You Tonight | Short Poem No. 91

I’m thinking about you tonight.
Do you ever think about me?

I just wonder what you’re doing right now.
Or where you might be.

I thought about you as I washed the dishes. . .
You pop in my mind at random times.

I still have your knickknacks on the shelf, though.
But they look better in your house.

I hope you’re not mad at me.
You’re probably not.

I really miss you.
But I’ll try not to cry.

Sometimes I wonder what you’re doing. . .
Or do the dead just sleep?

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Do You Want to Kiss Me? | Short Poem No. 90

do you want to kiss me
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Do you want to kiss me?
There’s electricity
Floating through the air.

Do you really miss me?
Can’t take your eyes off me.
Tell me, do you care?

What do you feel?
Such a secret. . .
Why shy away
from me, my love?

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