A site I used to post to had a somewhat unhelpful, not to say discouraging, line when you had posted a poem and nobody had commented it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“There is no comment submitted by members.” Nobody bothers; nobody cares; nobody gives a hoot how my work fares – or they mean to say something, but no-one remembers.
The fire of my passion is reduced to grey embers; the most piercing of glances just meet with dull stares. There is no comment submitted by members. Nobody bothers; nobody cares.
Like summers of hope fading into Septembers, or flowers I’ve grown being smothered with tares, I search and I search but, despite all my prayers, I read once again, with a chill like December’s, “There is no comment submitted by members.”
The form is a Rondel, and its mostly in dactyls (a three-syllable beat).