day 15 -- (taxes long done so just) pantun day

[fflo]

Wikip: "The pantun is a four-lined verse consisting of alternating, roughly rhyming lines. The first and second lines sometimes appear completely disconnected in meaning from the third and fourth, but there is almost invariably a link of some sort. Whether it be a mere association of ideas, or of feeling, expressed through assonance or through the faintest nuance of a thought, it is nearly always traceable."

NaPoEtc.: "A pantun consists of rhymed quatrains (abab), with 8-12 syllables per line. The first two lines of each quatrain aren’t meant to have a formal, logical link to the second two lines, although the two halves of each quatrain are supposed to have an imaginative or imagistic connection."

It doesn't work, that sitcom conversation thing,
with alternating monologues, oblivious.
I've practically been praying now for cold to end,
yet Spring will bring the echoings of wondrousness.

Supposed to play off of each other, listening
to just the words they're speaking to themselves, it dies.
The all of Spring says rebirth should be happening,
And death in Spring's a fate the heart wants to deny.