This is known as ‘Bop’ poetry. The first stanza has 6 lines and presents a problem.
The second stanza has 8 lines and explores or expands the problem.
The third line has 6 lines and either presents a solution or documents the failed attempt to resolve the problem.
Each stanza has 10 syllables per line. The refrain has 10-15 syllables per line.
The low-toned gossip of my glass-housed greens
Floats in often, through my home’s hollow walls
My eager ears strain to hear few kind words
Tales of happy hours in cozy comfort—-
Alas! My pride slumps, in dismay and shock
Somewhere plays a mournful tune of adieu.
Home is those open, vast stretches of green and blue.
There’s calm- the rustling whispers have now stopped,
The talkative birds have long flown away,
The rustic bees have found another home
Tender sprouts no longer nuzzle my neck,
Our souls are silent, now nothing to share-
Great! I am spared of an awkward farewell
I’m in bed, doors shut to reality
I must face a forlorn morn, harsh but true.
Home is those open, vast stretches of green and blue.
I stand there, all the space to myself now
The night so happy with a moonlit smile,
The empty forest is now full of greens
A soft, scented breeze blows to dry my tears,
A little bough peeps in, it’s arms outstretched
But I know, it’ll go back to where it grew
Indeed, home is those open, vast stretches of green and blue.