Seeking Joy – a Dizain poem
Thoughts go racing wildly around my brain
nameless horrors that painfully sear
into my memory so filled with pain
heart fluttering with anxiety and fear
loneliness aches, cry a single tear.
I must somehow carry on, be brave
find the sun and from darkness I must save
joy that was mine before the nights grew cold
merry songs not dirges sung before the grave
evenings warm and gay, stars bright and bold.
For dVerse Poets – More Dizain
“The dizain is a poem of ten lines with ten syllables per line and a rhyme pattern ababbccdcd.”
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Wide Eyed Wonderings 
Such lovely rhythm in your poem, JP. I like the way your poem transitions from defeat to victory by the end.
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Trying to get past those racing horrors can lead to anxiety and fear. That’s when I feel most impatient and want to reach that peaceful moment. Nice line bringing out the contrast: “merry songs not dirges sung before the grave”
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Nicely executed Dizain JP. Engaging read – good job.
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Thank you so much
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A moving emotional journey. (You might want check your syllable counts.)
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Thank you, I did run it through a syllable counter but I could always be more thorough 😉
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I think our brains are still better than digital ones in some respects. 🙂
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No argument from me on that score! 😉
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