Showing posts with label rhyme scheme. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rhyme scheme. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

The Sinkholes Yet Succumbed


Hours spell the seconds
Past the minutes which we dwell

Footprint swallows footprint
Upon this path becoming, a brittle, shallow shell

Phonetic lacerations
Pronounce their truths in blood

A blistering apocalypse
Inscribed by quivered thumbs,
Leave us here abandoned,
Forcing forth the question,
“Just how far is it that we’ve come”

                  It’s quite natural, to fear the answers questions form,
Tomorrow’s but another speck, connecting what we want, to where we’ve just come from
                          
By sinkholes yet succumbed.
…Be still thy bitter tongue…

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Teachers From Ancient Realms


A smoke signal,
A message sent,
Blacks, whites, merge to gray
Telling the truth in creative ways

Chisel, stone,
Carved symbols upon wall,
Picture told, a lifetime sprawled
To look back now,
Modernity can’t but stop but be in awe
Of how the primitives taught their laws

Oral stories
Drift like dreams
Pronounced from lips
Transforming ears…
              …And where’ve they gone?
                       Where I ask?
Have they gone…why are they not with us anymore?

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Forever Far


So close, forever far
disjointed, fragmented shards—
all there ever seems to be

Unhinging every high we see
collapsing curtains of such fragility,
tapestries, ever locked unto mind

Distorting the truth, accepting fully each it’s many lies,
relentlessly altering each potential there’s yet to find—
never nearer, than that of a fallen star

So close, forever far

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Furlongs Past Fatigued


Upon the ragged tundra, a million laps begin,
where hackneyed sins, force weight to future stakes,
embellishing their takes, commingling deception with fact

Chimney-black, the hearts oft dance
in charcoaled ignorance—where ignobility dines
upon the earliest defined, inhibitions unkempt

while hope tempts us to believe in our truths,
It only takes but a single proof—the smallest of reservations
to incite the darkest of desperations—our breath and blood disturbed

By filters unnerved— drained and strained but dirty still,
to the brims each were filled—but none the pretty things can stay
as only fractures remain—powerless, inert

Upon the ragged earth, a trillion strides hinge
where hackneyed sins, distort the future stakes
embellishing the penances man makes—in whole or asunder

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I thought I'd play around with forms.  Not sure if this is an actual form or not, but what I did was: 15 lines with a structured rhyme pattern

a b     d e    g h    j k    m b
b c     e f     h i     k l    b  c
c d     f g     i  j     l m   c  a

Last word links back to the first half of the first line in the first stanza

Anyhow thought I'd do something a bit different this week for Open Link Night.  Doors open up shortly, at 3pm.  So head on over to D'Verse for some amazing poetry, and while you're there, share a poem of your own.  Cheers

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Fear: Reframed

Well, I wasn't going to post a second piece tonight.  Kind of wanted to get some feedback on the piece I posted earlier today, but this prompt over at form-for-all at D'Verse, was too good not to take a stab at it.

It's called Framed Couplets, and Gay's write-up is very good.  It's a form that, in short, uses nine syllables per line, where the couplet's first syllables rhyme as do their last ones.  It was one of those that seemed much easier before actually doing the writing, but aren't most of them though?  Anyhow, stop on over and check out this form, write one up and link up to D'Verse, but at the very least head on over and read the great pieces composed and linked up already.




Intrinsic qualities buried deep
Interesting syllabi’s slowly creep,
Sophistically washing love with shame,
Suffocating bliss with doubt and blame

Found are the fragments that still conceal
Foul thoughts protesting joy, reveal
Detaining crutches that hold us back,
Defining man, solely by his lacks

Variety and selection, are
Varicose to those afraid to start
Travails, shielding as not to betray
Troubled arteries alone and frayed