Lone grew

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She,
plans to,
steal from who,
do one of you,
out there have any clue?
there comes a time out of the blue,
when indulgence on oneself seems but few,
Aiming to please near, dear, others, loses sight she,
Of time she holds dear, that none ever knew,
Greedy, abandoned without clue,
When darkness came it flew,
As if on cue,
Shadow flew,
lone grew,
she.

Here, shadow is metaphorical to time. Time flies, shadow flies as darkness comes, loneliness grows.

Poetry form :- Diatelle ( 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1 syllables and abbcbccaccbcbba rhyme scheme)

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Sadje for running What do you see challenge # 72 and providing the photo. Thank you Colleen. M. Chesebro for running Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday -Synonyms only challenge #216. The words are Eager and hope and I’ve used Greedy and aim as synonyms. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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    1. Thank you very much, Colleen for your words of appreciation. Thanks a lot for being an inspiration and introducing new forms of syllable poetry to us. I enjoyed writing Diatelle syllable form of poetry. It was a bit tricky trying to match the rhyme scheme and syllable count but was happy with the end result.

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      1. You’re welcome. All this poetry writing is fun and makes you think. I like that. I’m thrilled you gave the form a chance. It’s tough but so satisfying when you get the words to come out right. ❤️

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