Downstream
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
As water flowed, it washed me all away:
The elements that made me what I am;
My hopes and visions, first. Behind them swam
Awareness, leaking ’til there’s no today
My pride in my accomplishments went next;
My puns, non-sequiturs–my treasured words.
Released at last, my loved ones fled in herds,
Sweet memories in hand, and their context.
I watched, bemused, myself, in downstream drift
And numbness flowed to force out my regrets.
My veins are empty highways now, until
Soft Time, in mercy, opes me up, and lets
Life’s new beginnings in, a gentle gift.
I bless the razor bright, and love God’s will.
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slapdashmonuments
Thanks, Robert! This is in the form of a Petrarchan sonnet. :D I wrote this as a sort of imaginary version of some self harm in which the letting of blood leads to a purge of the old and an intake of freshness of heart.
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Escapist
This is such a beautiful release that it almost doesn't feel sad at all. I particularly love the enjambment. Lines 11 and 12 and especially the phrase "Soft Time" are so haunting.
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Escapist
Oh! I'm not sure if you're a fan of classical music, but the modern American composer William Bolcom set several of Petrarch's sonnets about Laura to music, called "Laura Sonnets". Just in case you're interested!
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slapdashmonuments
Hi again, Escapist! I'm so gratified at your comments, sincerely. Thank you many times. I am actually a music educator by training and love modern music, and will have to check out Bolcom's settings! That's wonderful to know, I always love tips like this! :D
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Dark, but familiar. I wonder if this moment lies in every artist's breast. Are the cadence and rhyming scheme structured to be a particular type of poem?