Say You're Sorry, Say Goodbye

I thought of her the other day,
and in a way
I missed her so.
Why did she go?

Could it have been her heart grew tired?
Uninspired?
She'd had enough
and she was off.

Her departure left me muddled,
on the shuttle
We departed
broken hearted.


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Directed by "Quickly's Winter Doldrums" - Jan. 26, 2016

Three-Day Midweek

Have we done any forms lately? No matter. We’ll do one now.

Minute Poem

We’ve done this one before, but since then I’ve met up with a variation, so you get two for the price of one.
Here’s the version offered by Robert Lee Brewer:

Some forms have a long, exotic history. Some forms are relatively new, but have a well-known founder. Others just seem to spring out of nowhere. Such appears to be the case with our most recent poetic form: the minute poem.

The rules are rather simple:
3 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas)
8 syllables in the first line of each stanza
4 syllables in the remaining lines of each stanza
rhyme scheme: aabb/ccdd/eeff
written in strict iambic meter

So each stanza contains 20 syllables times 3 stanzas equals 60 syllables total. Since there are 60 seconds in a minute, I’m going to go out on a limb and proclaim that’s the origin of the name minute poem.

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And the one from Jeff Hardin:

The form is three stanzas with each stanza using the following syllable count:

8
4
4
4

(That is, essentially the same, but NO need for rhyme, and no specific meter.)

I like the unrhymed Minute, myself, but the choice is yours.
OR
Hey, you’ve got three days. Go wild and do both.