Thoughts like me adrift
Gone so long
Kith and kin
Now to me unfamiliar
I’m now a stranger
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge is to write a syllabic poem on a theme of the poets choice. This week I thought I would give the shadorma form a try. Colleen’s site notes that, “The Shadorma is a poetic form consisting of a six-line stanza (or sestet). Each stanza has a syllable count of three syllables in the first line, five syllables in the second line, three syllables in the third and fourth lines, seven syllables in the fifth line, and five syllables in the sixth line (3/5/3/3/7/5) for a total of 26 syllables.”
With the winter holidays approaching many people will be making a homeward journey. Some to familiar friends and family, and others to more distant childhood homes. For some these reunions are a mix of confusion as well as joy, and I hope I have captured that in the poem.
Unfortunately, I will as like most years will not be able to return to the land of my upbringing and the loved ones there.