Echoed Silence (Quatern)
Slowly, I scan the barren wasteland
Fatigue, it seems, has become my partner
Endless twilight fills the portals
Mocking my thoughts of restless wonder
Ghostly sounds of monotonous creaking
Slowly, I scan the barren wasteland
Caught upward in this icy entrapment
I think lovingly of my love left home
Relinquishing thoughts to my secluded surroundings
I listen intently for past conversations
Slowly, I scan the barren wasteland
Tearfully realizing I'm in echoed silence
I smooth the embroidery passionately sewn
Hoping love will thaw this isolation
Fearful of a coming darkness
Slowly, I scan the barren wasteland
Quatern: a poetic form that employs refrains and eight-syllable lines in four quatrains.
This poem has 16 lines broken up into 4 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas).
Each line is comprised of eight syllables.
The first line is the refrain. In the second stanza, the refrain appears in the second line; in the third stanza, the third line; in the fourth stanza, the fourth (and final) line.
There are no rules for rhyming or iambics.