Absentmindedness (a Terzanelle Poem)

ABSENTMINDEDNESS
A Terzanelle Poem

I have this secret to share:
she cannot find her glasses.
I know exactly where

and as time passes
she’ll find them again.
She cannot find her glasses

she has a mixed-up brain.
She is so absent-minded.
She’ll find them again,

they’re actually on her head!
She can keep secrets:
she is so absent-minded,

but she never forgets
where she’s hidden her wine.
She can keep secrets

I will not keep mine.
I have this secret to share:
where she’s hidden her wine
I know exactly where.

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Extract from writersdigest.com 2015 April PAD Challenge, day 2:- Terzanelle Poetic Form
What do you get when you mix two super popular Italian poetic forms, specifically the terza rima and villanelle? The terzanelle, of course!

It combines the lyricism of the terza rima with the repetition of the villanelle to make a powerful one-two punch in only 19 lines. The traditional stance on the terzanelle is that the lines should be written in a consistent iambic meter, but there are plenty of contemporary terzanelles that just aspire to keep the lines a consistent length throughout.

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Absentmindedness

ABSENTMINDEDNESS

She puts her gold necklace
or her earrings
on the shelf.

But she’s a secret place
where she hides things
from herself.

Like bottles of red wine
or chocolate
or good cheese.

Then when it’s the right time
she’ll fetch them out
just to please.

It is strange, to be sure,
is why it is
possible

she can remember where
are her glasses
not at all

but will never forget
just where her treat
is hiding.

It is well hidden yet
it won’t defeat
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Beyond all hope

.

I am now beyond all hope!
There is definitely really no scope
for me leaving that bottle of red wine
until I reach the bottom. I still feel fine.
But then the next morning I feel so bad
with cramp in both legs, pumping blood
and I’m feeling like death warmed up,
until I get a hot, strong, black cup of
coffee and some food inside.
When will I learn to avoid
opening that bottle?
I’m not sure
that
I can
now
my brain has gone.

A surprising discovery

I packed my overnight case and sighed. I hated this, hated going anywhere far away from home during the heart of the winter. I was always scared that my car would break down in the middle of nowhere, during a snow storm. But I had to conquer my fear this particular frosty Friday afternoon. I had a call of duty. My old friend had a pressing need to see me today. He sounded desperate on the phone. He wouldn’t enlarge on his plight, just said that he needed to see me this very day, and that I could stay overnight, so I wouldn’t have to drive back in the dark.

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