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
