Day 139:

Nov 16-Ode, typically an Ode has 3 stanzas, 10 lines each. Mainly iambic pentameter. ababcdecde. 8th line typically iambic trimester(6 syllables). 1st phrase strophe, intro subject. 2nd anti-strophe,  development/conflict. Last epode/conclusion. subject to honor or remember, like elegy/epitaph. Non-traditional any style/form. Different 3rd stanza=Pindaric Ode.  8 syllable epode. Some poems have been called odes, but do not fit the traditional form, known as the Horation form. Title: A Love Lost

O love, what did I do to lose you so?

To lose you now, o pitied loss to see.

Alone yea, once upon a time ago

Alone til meeting you, I felt such glee

A lovely lass with fine finesse I’d say

With hair so soft and with a certain style.

Your eyes of gorgeous blue, right then I knew

My heart you had that day

For you I’d walk for more than just a mile

For lightened as a feather I just flew.

But something happened causing you to go

My love was not enough, so you did flee

Such conflict, I had not foreseen to know

The tears, the ache, you wanted to be free

So different, in how we work and play

I tried to understand so not to rile

But you seemed not to give me any clue

The skies then turned to gray

Despite my efforts turning into bile

I wished for love to grow within us two.

My dear, I wish you well, your love to grow

If not for me, for one to love you, he.

One day the heart will mend, forgotten woe.

Deserving love, so understandably

I pray for happiness to come your way.

Forgotten are the aches in our love’s trial

Fond memories remain; no longer blue.

Your happiness, for this I pray.

In life apart we may be for awhile

In heaven joined with God, we’ll be made new.