See if you can unravel the structure of this set of three poems. For indeed there are three. If you suss it please drop me an email.
They chatter, they whisper, they howl in my mind,
A weight upon me, heavy and cold,
A song unsung, a tale untold,
Still, I rise, though shadows bind.One sings in riddles, sharp and sly,
I chase the echoes, lost yet bold,
Footsteps falter, my heart controlled,
But dawn still breaks across the sky.One hums with sorrow, a long-drawn sigh,
A yearning deep, a heart consoled,
Memories linger, but love unfolds,
And onward still, my soul will fly.The last one dances—wild, unchained,
A tempest fierce, a storm unrolled,
Yet in the wreckage, seeds take hold,
Through chaos, still, my fate remained.I beg them hush, I plead them go,
The road ahead is bright and wide,
No longer lost, no need to hide,
The weight is gone, the healing slow.
Marcus, has been involved in Internet applications since the dawn of time, He has managed teams, managed companies and managed an Autistic household too.
He has a massive interest in Scifi and fantasy novels, cooking, Amateur Radio and the Weather as well as many other subjects. Marcus has a Doctorate in Musicology, and is a lifetime scholar. If Marcus doesn't know the answer he will definitely find it!
