The Last Abecedarian
"Betrayed. Forgotten. Abandoned." – Viktor Reznov
Alone
because my
companions have
deserted me.
Everywhere, I
find that the
gold rush
has subsided.
Is it that I am
just another tool,
knowingly discarded for
less mentally taxing forms?
My moment has gone.
No challenge calls for me anymore.
Only the echoes of glorious
past remain.
Quite the fate:
relegated to the dust.
So I reside until
time sees fit for my return.
Until I break away from my sisters.
Villanelle, senryu, acrostic, epistolary, tautogram, limerick:
we all make up the
xylophone of forgotten bars
yearning to escape from the
zoo of Vocal obscurity.
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Stephen A. Roddewig
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Comments (8)
Stephen, this was a beautiful entry to that challenge not only am I so upset it didn't place but also that I missed it!! I love that it reads with a certain level of melancholy but also has a sprinkling of your zany sense of humour!! Great work my friend and thank you for sharing this with me!!!
Oh how true this is, “the zoo of Vocal obscurity.” You established a wonderful metaphor with your x line to deliver the z line. The “bars” and “zoo” create such a visceral emotional place to end on, makes me feel the poem isn’t just about the poetic form. Dude, also, the flow you achieved here is awesome. I probably wouldn't have noticed it was abecedarian if you hadn’t named it as such.
What a gem! The gold rush line was really catching. I did enjoy the abcedarian form more than I thought I would, cool to see it personified in this piece
Nicely done, Stephen.
Great job… I really like the Abecedarian poems!
'Xylophone of forgotten bars'🤣 Keep hope alive, my friend! Until then, I will thoroughly miss the Abecedarian...
Love it!
Damn well done!