Night comes as always,
a silent shroud placed upon
faith of his return.
She sits watching the moonlight
playing hide and seek
with thin clouds crossing the sky.
A broken heart beats
its melancholy rhythm
as tears cloud her eyes.
Prayers escape trembling lips,
please have tomorrow bring peace.
©Susie Clevenger 2011
Choka Form Poem
5-7-5, 7-5, 7-5, 7-5 ... 7-7 Syllable pattern
My first attempt at writing a Choka