The sky echoes with hues carmine,

With mauve memories I entwine,

Salvaging vestiges I pine.

 

Alas! My intermittent breaths have now turned lackluster, 

Songs of love dangle disjointed, how they seem to stutter,

The sanguine blooms of spring to my eyes seem harshly bitter.

 

My days amble in silence,

My pleas don’t bridge the distance, 

Hope is caged in dark dungeons. 

 

The wind blows untamed,

O’er those moments framed,

My grief can’t be tamed.

 

My love! Where are you?

Please see my storms brew,

How can I get through?

 

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𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚 : 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙢𝙚

 

Created by Christina R Jussaume, Christ-in-a-Rhyme consists of five 3-lined stanzas that follows the rhyme scheme aaa, bbb, ccc, ddd, eee) and the syllable count:

Stanza 1: 8 syllables

Stanza 2: 14 syllables

Stanza 3: 7 syllables

Stanza 4 and 5: 5 syllables

This poem, when center-aligned forms a cross, hence the name.

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