China white's only sometime grief tears are not just sorrow eyes drip anger lucent temper tears are not just sorrow Blanched the yawning of tomorrow unfilled looms the future fists shut tightly fears come nightly unfilled looms the future Leaden faced the frigid writer strikethroughs so unsightly and overleaf each thought a thief strikethroughs so unsightly Blancoed pages, empty, ghostly elusive leitmotif poets' shadows past as windows elusive leitmotif
For my Craft and Critique prompt: In a Roundabout Way we are composing a 20 line Roundabout style poem of four quintains, with repetitions and recurring rhymes of aBccB bCddC cDaaD dAbbA. Written in iambic meter of 43223 syllabic stresses/feet (which I often do not achieve!).
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