Open Poetry #18 |
A Sacrement Of Shame |
Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Attuned to wealth of whisperings whose subtle shades of sound, slipstream effort-less glistening, to cascade crystal clear. Begin again, in time-less trance, 'twixt fact and fancy found, here-in as words, my sacrement, will themselves to appear. To harken to their hovering hush dispel doubt and dischord. So fragile fall these phantoms found they fear the loss of flight. The sense of something shimmering, seeks of its' own accord, one single solitary soul, soft to the page alights. In wonderment it wavers there, between two worlds this wraith. My fears reflect upon its' form, for fervored want of fame abridged the boundries beckoning, beholden to pure faith, and in this moment, mortified, am overcome by shame. Attuned to wealth of whisperings whose subtle shades of sound, do not entitle one to write an Angel to the ground. [This message has been edited by Dr.Moose1 (01-21-2002 07:02 PM).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
"Attuned to wealth of whisperings whose subtle shades of sound, do not entitle one to write an Angel to the ground." Wow. Now I realize this is a sonnet, but I always get the forms confused. And you pulled out all the stops in your poetry toolbelt too. Alliteration, assonance, and I suspect some weird pentameter that is beyond me! Educate me, please? I stand in awe. |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
serenity, I'll try. First, nope it's not technically a sonnet.I took the liberty of using Iambic heptameter . Didn't do this to confuse anyone. It was just one of things that once I got going didn't seem to fit a known format. I would guess that a ballad would be the closest to this. Thanks for your compliments, they're appreciated. Doc |
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