A Chiastic Poem

My God, my heart is broken
as I’m stranded on this table,
from where I spy a corner
of the Jujube, its leaves and dates,
and hear San Miguel’s ringing–
ten peals, and the wind abates.
The light is my only mourner
that moves in shadows, a fable
of health, a glittering token.

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  1. Yes, I admit to appreciating rhyme. The rhyme structure is chiastic. I like it because the a-b-c-d-e-d-c-b-a separates most of the rhymes enough that they aren't too obvious until you get to the middle section. And I kept it short so that the outside rhymes wouldn't get completely lost. Try it–it's fun!!

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