Nowhere to go–
a slow motion leaving
that circles and binds–
solidified, grieving
Words do not know
how the heart clings, deceiving–
shutting out what reminds,
asunder, still cleaving
What remains is a shadow,
a formless unbreathing,
a wall that divides–
a door closed, a thieving
A quatrain in ABCB for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. Quatrain is the dVerse form introduced by Frank for the last 2 weeks of June.
K. 
I like how you used similar rhyme patterns in each stanza as well as the idea of “thieving” that ends the poem.
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Thanks Frank. After reading what others have written, I realize that all the stanzas don’t need the same rhymes…but it was a good challenge.
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I’m with Frank on this one…he echoes the comment I was going to write about that last line.
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Thanks Sue.
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Words and art work well with the photo, Kerfe.
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Thanks Ken.
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Beautiful words. Reminds me of the loss of a loved one and the grieving process. Also love the alcohol ink artwork.
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Thank you Bryan. Grieving is indeed a process.
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There’s an atmosphere of deep loss in this, ‘a thieving’ as you say. Great dark rhymes.
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Thanks Jane.
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🙂
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love the rhythm and rhyme in this, beautifully crafted!
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Thanks!
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“What remains is a shadow,
a formless unbreathing,” Good description of lingering grief
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Thanks Jade. There’s a lot of that lingering grief around. Perhaps it never really goes away.
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You’re welcome, and you may be right.
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The grieving and closed doors are palpable. Hopefully another door will open. Lovely quatrain.
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