A new style of poetry for me.

A cool air rushes by a dead tree
as I turn to look behind me
an empty street of past
for I returned at last

Cobwebs run along the corner
where I used to sit
curled, clenched, crying, crippled
mourners quit, anger tripled

My son shrieks as I forget
I am holding his hand
he runs to his mother
the one I never had

A boy years ago sat reading
a drunk man enters cursing
find we now the boy pleading
a teary boy, sans needed nursing

The boy long ago sat on the oak tree
with a girl, a Jane Doe, sweet potpurri
but returns a windy lightning cloud
gasps aloud, the thought in shroud

A later year, a fall of pisces
cannot contain corrupting crises
and ran did the boy from
left in the rain, numb

And did the man know?
When the boy shivered in snow
sadness did he show?

Filled was he of woe?
No, clocked before boy’d forego
his sad life Van Gogh
the man loved more his bordeaux
than the son of long ago

Twenty seasons passed
returns he a man, knowing
he left death for more



The poem has a very diverse pattern.

First 6 stanzas are all rhyming quatrains. The seventh stanza is a rhyming haiku (with nature reference of course). The eighth is a rhyming tanka. The last is a non-rhyming haiku. Hope you enjoy it.

Thanks for reading.

DJ

I liked the different styles that you used in this poem. I think that they each add a diferent perspective or outlook on what the author is trying to show. But anyways, I liked it. Keep it up.