There was within the dreams
surrendered falling,
A going down to depths of darkened
being
And in the slide toward hell’s
beating heart,
There was on either side, bright,
mirrored calling.
It cannot be explained, nor offered
out in words
For sundered realms of truth are
given here
And all that one can know is soon
forgotten
And songs once sung in joy, no
longer heard.
I would not speak of all that has
been offered,
I cannot paint the pictures that
would show
The truth of worlds beyond and all
their riches
That lie beneath the black earth,
duly softened.
It is on angels wings and arms we
journey
And with the Gods we find our way to
know,
The full allotment of our sacred
being,
The sacred seed with which our lives
are sown.
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Just beautiful. And that last line sums it all up in perfect alliteration.
ReplyDeleteI found this an interesting and fairly deep philosophical poem. Beautiful language exploring the unknowns of death and its journey.
ReplyDeleteAs to the rhythm it is fairly regular pentameter (I think the first line of the second stanza is hexameter). Nice use of interspersed anapests and unusual use of rhyme, not as a scheme but as it falls to accentuate the sounds and alliteration used throughout. Rhyme wasn't called for in this exercise but everyone but one person employed it. You managed all the poetic elements beautifully.
It is illuminating to see how this metre can make a poem more sonorous.
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