Meant to Be

to steal 

my heart shall not 

be such an easy task 

it's locked behind an iron door 

and guarded by ferocious starving fear 

 intent on twistings breathless sighs 

around until I hear 

the truth as lies 

quite real 

this love of mine 

will fight and strive 

against the demons that hide 

inside of you my precious sweet 

my words will find a way to ring as true 

I know my touch can set you free 

there's no denying us 

your heart I will 

reveal

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A note on form: I continue today with another verse written in a form inspired by dVerse Poets Pub prompt to invent a new form or variation on a form. The form above was developed by Gay Reiser Cannon (who actually created the prompt to start with). She has dubbed it by two names, "Falling Diamonds" and "Quarrel."

"It is composed of a series of lines beginning with one line of one iambic foot, then two, three, four, five, four, three, two iambic feet and then again one iambic foot where the one foot lines must rhyme. Basically then the form is blank verse that is shaped in diamonds or triangles with one sustaining middle rhyme. You may choose to add either internal or end rhymes as well but the only requirement is for the one foot lines to rhyme. Hyphenating end words is prohibited. A minimum of two diamonds should be made." (Cannon, 2014)

As I have mentioned in the past iambic feet, or meter in general, is not really my cup of tea. Maybe that is why I stopped at two diamonds instead of continuing on. What I did try to do, reading Gay's note on writing the piece where each diamond is a different view point, was try to write this as though two different people are speaking. In addition, I made it so that the single foot in the middle could be read with either piece indepentently of the other...linking them.

On creating in form: It is not alwasys easy to follow through with an idea in a given form, whether that be becasue the heart is not in it or it just doesn't flow quite as easily as hoped. Anyway, I had three (well almost three) half diamonds started prior to this piece. I don't know if it was the given-and-take I was trying to accomplish that I couldn't wrap myself around or the meter. Either way they found themselves scribbles in my notebook...