Lost

When Isolation becomes a way of life. A Pseudotaph Form.

I wallow in my feather pillow
giving the geese back their voice
sending the feathers quivering
locked within their prison.
Dead geese are still imprisoned
and I am scattered, lost with them.
The breeze of freedom no longer
flow through these feathers;
Lost is the beauty
gone is the innocence.

(10 lines)

Form: Pseudotaph ▶︎

A pseudotaph, or false burial, is an invented word and poetic form that is similar to the epitaph when it comes to tone, which can range from the melancholic to the humorous, and verse, which can range from the metrically bound to the free.

Number of Lines:
no line restrictions

Rules:
The pseudotaph addresses the burial of things, thoughts, concepts, emotions, or memories.
Although there are no line restrictions, the form appears best when kept short.

Rhyme Scheme:
no rhyming restrictions

Choices for the poets to make this week: Your poem can be about any topic.

Examples:

Pseudotaph to Pomposity

Musty megalomaniacal mutterings …
enough said, we’ve buried you with this period: .

Pseudotaph to Mediocrity

Spilled words sucked into vellum,
you once lured me to complacency:
warblings twisted into midnight bytes,
ink destined to kindling. You taught
me scrawls, not subtlety. You left
me gilded reams, paperweights.
Spilled words, burn and smolder.
Here’s your tome: this space, a tomb.