Wednesday, September 8, 2010

The Passing




The Passing

I looked for you among softest earth
Belief, ideals, instilled at birth
Visions unreal, invested worth
A tangled mirth, a tangled mirth

Letters written in cryptic speech
Years of searching a distant leach
On inland shores, a murky beach
Never to reach, never to reach

Along the street a beggar’s lease
Stripped of mind, an outstretched crease
A final moment, then at peace
As life did cease, as life did cease

And now you lay on murky shores
Where spirits dance, as spirits roar
Leaving behind, a person sore
Never loved more, never loved more
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Again, another Monotetra style work. I've been trying to get used to this style before I decide to experiment with another style of formed poetry, and I do have a few styles that I'm keeping in mind for future works. 

Sunday, September 5, 2010

A Thinning Dream




A Thinning Dream

Spreading our life, they heard our say
In the end, and all of today
A soothing wind, the fields you lay
A noise away, a noise away

A Judas kiss, a deathly ill
Earth’s Midas touch, an easy kill
A thinning hand, a portrait still
Their words of skill, their words of skill

They lift their hands, like limbs of trees
And pray to him, well known as HE
The mind is trapped, believed as free
Their eyes won’t see, their eyes won’t see

Among the fields, I wait the call
Silence broken, the grasp of fall
“A choice in love?” and down the hall
“Wrong choice is all, wrong choice is all”

Then what is love, if forced by HIM
No answer now, no answer then
A life is lost, they deemed in sin
No voice risen, no voice risen

Natural warmth, so full of light
A burning candle, burning bright
A lurking end, and still we fight
Some hope in sight, some hope in sight
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The style of this poem is called Monotetra

Monotetra style description:
Comprised of quatrains (four-line stanzas) in tetrameter (four metrical feet) for a total of 8 syllables per line


Each quatrain consists of mono-rhymed lines (so each line in the first stanza has the same type of rhyme, as does each line in the second stanza, etc.)


The final line of each stanza repeats the same four syllables


This poem can be as short as one quatrain and as long as a poet wishes