Notebook Week Part 1

Here's a pantoum from my notebook, because I promised content, and goshdarnit, I'll deliver!  It's not one of my favorite things I've done, but it's a decent example of how my inner poet has been affected by Gaiman and goths.

A pantoum, according to Poets.org, is "a poem of any length, composed of four-line stanzas in which the second and fourth lines of each stanza serve as the first and third lines of the next stanza. The last line of a pantoum is often the same as the first."

Time

Bricked up doors and empty arches

Empty nights and empty bottles

Onward, onward, time it marches

Lovers least of all it coddles

Empty nights and empty bottles

Mark the time as it passes

Lovers least of all it coddles

Left in tears and broken glasses

Mark the time as it passes

For mem'ry of moments now long gone

Left in tears and broken glasses

Inexorably, time moves on

For mem'ry of moments now long gone

Try to better those passing now

Inexorably, time moves on

But only as empty as we allow

Try to better those passing now

Moments precious, moments swift

Only as empty as we allow

Treat them well or have nothing left

Moments precious, moments swift

Onward, onward, time it marches

Treat it well or have nothing left

But bricked up doors and empty arches