I love this style of poetry. It has a beauty in it’s unexpected outcome if you allow it and just go with it.
This Pantoum poem was a collective experience in my writer’s group. With the exception of two lines which I took the liberty of editing very slightly, it is the collective voice of 5 writers.
Finding the stillness in my breath
I become one with the forest away from the screaming house
Bright flashes of light, illuminating faces around me
Then a shot sounds, echoing through the trees
I become one with the forest away from the screaming house
I am afraid
Then a shot sounds, echoing through the trees
I fell to the mossy earth and wept
I am afraid
I tremble and try to calm
I fell to the mossy earth and wept
I become exhausted but I feel cleansed
I tremble and try to calm
This shouldn’t be happening to me
I become exhausted but feel cleansed
I wash myself clean
This shouldn’t be happening to me
Bright flashes of LIght illuminating faces around me
I wash myself clean
Finding the stillness in my breath