Cold
Misty
Walk beside
Foggy bottom,
Disappearing pond,
Where has all the blue gone?

Birds are silent, and I
Search the shore alone,
People are gone.
No chatter,
Nothing
Found.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This is my version of a Dynamic poem. This form creates a crescendo in two verses with mood and syllable count, starting with a crescendo syllable count, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 then a decrescendo of 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. It’s similar to a ninette, which has the syllable count, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 (see some examples of ninettes here).