The drowning man calls for help
Do not ask me to stretch out my hand
I’m on shore and you’re too far from land
Above the waves I hear your water choked cry
Your voice is fading like the sun from the sky
You beg my aid but my promised help’s a lie
The water’s rough and I’m too afraid to die
My advice is to move toward the strand
I’ve lost sight of you from where I stand
The drowning man calls for help
This poem is called a Symetrelle. It was created by Julie Moeller. It is a syllabic form with a specific rhyme scheme. The poem starts and ends with a single 7 syllable subject line. The next two lines are a rhyming couplet of 9 syllables per line. They are followed by a quatrain of 11 syllables per line written in a monorhyme. Followed by another rhyming couplet of 9 syllables per line with the catch that they must rhyme with the first couplet! It concludes with the repeat of the 7 syllable subject line. It sounds more difficult than it really is.
This poem is a continuation of yesterday's post topic. Just to put your minds at ease, I am not dying nor are any of my close friends or family. This is about watching that long good-bye and being reluctant as well as helpless to render any assistance. Often the drowning person will pull their rescuer under and inadvertently cause the death of the person coming to their assistance. So I struggle with guilt in not having the power to change the situation and not having the courage to attempt the rescue - even though I know it is too late and the water is too deep.
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