Friday is for Singing the Blues

Udit Bhatia invented cascade poetry in 2007. This relatively new style of poetry got its name because it should flow down the page in a waterfall effect. The poem’s structure is simple and relies on the refrain to create the cascading rhythm. The magic of these poems centers around the refrain. The unmetered poems vary in theme depending on the poet’s desire. The only rule used when writing a cascade is that all the lines in the first paragraph are repeated at the ends of every stanza that follows. I will call this cascade poem Friday is for Singing the Blues.

Structure of a cascade poem and Friday is for Singing the Blues

The lines are represented as ABC.

1. The first line ends with line A.
2. The second line ends with Line B.
3. The third line ends with line C.

I had written this form of poetry before and had fun with it. I plan to start the month of March using this style. The length of the stanza can vary. There is no rule about sticking to three lines. The thing to remember is that the longer the stanza, the more complicated the poem.

Friday is for Singing the Blues

Tell me truly what you think I did
To deserve your wrath and indignation
It wasn’t me that upset your apple cart.
I was only a witness to the demise
And Friday is for singing the blues.

I argued for him to keep his opinion hid
It wasn’t important when it came to the scheme of things
I always thought our relationship existed beyond strings
You have collected your own share of mistakes
Tell me truly what you think I did

I feel like I have earned the right to mention
That you may have overreacted because you didn’t listen
Climb down off your high horse, for heaven’s sake.
 I am just saying that I never earned the right
To deserve your wrath and indignation.

What you did tore me apart
But it was always about you anyway.
You never earned the right to betray
The hopeless wish buried inside my heart
It wasn’t me that upset your apple cart.

You have burned me to ashes with your eyes
There is a truth here that speaks louder than lies
I am not a prop on your stage
You can’t ignore me by turning a page
I was only a witness to the demise

I search online for a scrap of news
Just a line of secret recognition
Some scrap you might choose to mention
A secret message, a small prize
And Friday is for singing the blues.

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