A ‘Diablo’ poem
Children's laughter rings from the street Spring's much absorbed by summer's heat Innocence lies I feel myself betrayed by youth A father's love can't shade the truth Although it tries Eyes open, I know love deceives Sure as the rainbows of the leaves Sly sin of fate's With passing years, I autumn more Having accepted what's in store My winter waits
- A poem of two, six-line, iambic stanzas.
- Each stanza:
- Lines 1,2,4 and 5, iambic tetrameter with rhymes at syllables 6 and 8.
- Lines 3 and 6, iambic dimeter with rhymes at syllables 2 and 4.
- Rhyme scheme:
W3 poetry prompt
This ‘Diablo’ poem was written for Steven S. Wallace’s W3 poetry prompt this week, which is to read Emily Dickinson’s ‘Superiority to Fate’ and then write a poem!
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44 thoughts on “Innocence lies, or: Winter waits”
quite profound your weave of words David.
“I autumn more
Having accepted what’s in store
My winter waits”
Some fairy tales are worth the wait of truth.. xo 💗
💝🙏🏻 Cindy 🙏🏻💝
The diablo is devilish for sure but like Emily Dickinson you triumph!
💜🙏🏻 Muri 🙏🏻💜
A wonderfully written and relatable piece, David. Your words flow beautifully and love your unique lines “Sly sin of fate’s With passing years, I autumn more”.
💗🙏🏻 Molly 🙏🏻💗
Powerfully, sadly, relatable
💞🙏🏻 Angela 🙏🏻💞
Do you really feel betrayed by youth? I can’t get my mind around that. (K)
Yes, by my foolish naiveté back then
I’m still foolish, so I don’t feel betrayed at all. Although now I know just how very much I don’t know. But I’ve always been clueless.
Fair enough ☺️
But of course now you’ve got me thinking about the concept of betrayal….
🤔 Kerfe 🤔
Me thinks you berate yourself ,Youth tends not to be wise,that would spoil the fun. I’ve Autumned into near Winter’s Snow. Up to my knees in coming Age.
🧡🙏🏻 Andrew 🙏🏻🧡
Fabulous piece, David. “A father’s love can’t shade the truth”- Wow💕
Ooh… so true for so many!
💓🙏🏻 Annette 🙏🏻💓
So wonderful that you have the courage to write about it.
💙🙏🏻 Abi 🙏🏻💙
Powerful expression of haunting truth…”I autumn more…” Amazing work David. Bravo!!
💛🙏🏻 Suzette 🙏🏻💛
“I Autumn more…” “sly sin of fates”. Powerful way of describing the aging process dude. 👍👍👏👏👌👌Don’t we all feel ourselves betrayed by youth?! 🙁
💚🙏🏻 Ken 🙏🏻💚 ~ indubitably
I wish that we could shuffle the seasons, like a deck of cards!
We can’t protect each other (or ourselves) from the past.
Thanks for sharing your thoughtful words. 🙏🏻
💕 Aspen 💕 ~ thank you!