General Poetry posted January 22, 2023

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A cascade Poem


by JLR

It's winter here and there, perhaps.
So, anyone with eyes can see,
We, with ears to hear, can easily tell.

Sounds of winds as limbs collapse
Ice cycles into form as rain falls free.
It's winter here and there, perhaps.

This season's winter, nature's spell.
Storms of the soul visually foreboding,
So, anyone with eyes can see!

Sadness, a glum damp in life
Like winter storms that are goading
We, with ears to hear, can easily tell.


A Potltach club entry: The only rule cascade poems have is that all lines in the first paragraph ultimately become refrains repeated at the ends of each subsequent stanza. meter is not required.

So if, for example, the first stanza has three lines with the lines represented as ABC, then there will be three more stanzas. The first will end with a repetition of line A, the second in B, and the poem as a whole will end with line C.
thanks for the use of: The Tempest by Raoul D'Harmental on

Definition: damp. ARCHAIC
a check or discouragement.

Club entry for the "Cascade--for the week of 1-21-2023" event in "Potlatch Poetry".  Locate a writing club.
Pays one point and 2 member cents.

Artwork by Raoul D'Harmental at

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