There was this urge within, this primal, hidden drive,
which called soul on through dark eternal night,
to hold the hand of spirit, keep purpose to her side;
know that demons called and even angels lied.
Forgetting that this life would pay no certain wage,
that destiny beat time, the rhythm surely saved,
even though the pledge was set and fully made;
so grief would stand aside with darkened face.
To sit within the shadowed nave of wisdom's church,
where love could suckle at the breast of ancient nurse,
and know that fate had written deep of pain and worse;
yet still strive on, determined, toward the waiting purse.
The crane bag held all secrets, treasures shining, that
would gift the life eternal; draw hope so slowly back.
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which called soul on through dark eternal night,
to hold the hand of spirit, keep purpose to her side;
know that demons called and even angels lied.
Forgetting that this life would pay no certain wage,
that destiny beat time, the rhythm surely saved,
even though the pledge was set and fully made;
so grief would stand aside with darkened face.
To sit within the shadowed nave of wisdom's church,
where love could suckle at the breast of ancient nurse,
and know that fate had written deep of pain and worse;
yet still strive on, determined, toward the waiting purse.
The crane bag held all secrets, treasures shining, that
would gift the life eternal; draw hope so slowly back.
http://dversepoets.com/2014/02/13/meeting-the-bar-bout-rimes/#respond
Today, I’d like to challenge the dVerse community to play bout rimés with the following set of rhymes, which are taken from a sonnet by a contemporary poet:
drive, side,
night, lied,
wage, saved,
made, face,
nurse, church,
worse, purse,
back, that.
the whole poem show how life has changed and even the angles lie is so true
ReplyDeleteHi Ros. This is a fine poem with some wonderful lines. I liked even angels lied too ... smiles.
ReplyDeleteYou have altered the order of the line endings a bit, but it suited your poem better to do so, so bravo for that!
Yes I did alter the order but I saw that others altered the spelling so figured a bit of poetic licence was okay.
DeleteNo one would realize these words were thrust upon you:
ReplyDeletea completely freestanding poem. Real craftsmanship.
Thanks hanna. They sang their own song.
DeleteGreat write, love how even angels lie.
ReplyDeleteThanks. :)
Deleteyou made me do a little research on the crane bag...the tool of a druid...i like drawing hope slowly back...and the persistence of that middle section too...when even fate seems against you...still carrying on...
ReplyDeleteYes, the crane bag is not particular to Druids but is also part of the ancient Goddess religion - a receptacle which holds wisdom and power. Which one can only acquire through great effort, courage and suffering.
DeleteReally a great progression.. and a very nice rhythm like a drum beating slowly... I guess we have to follow a path like this with lying angels
ReplyDeleteLove the line about love suckling at the breast of ancient nurse
ReplyDeleteeven angels lied... great line ~
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