Friday, February 13, 2015

Cast

Cast the moment singular,
dash the days to dust,
fling the weeks asunder;
hurl the years at last.

Cast the grief eternal,
pitch the pain to night,
sling the tears infernal;
toss the heart aside.

Cast the Self in darkness,
throw the Soul away,
hurl all hope to heaven;
hold to minutes brave.

Cast the mind to memory,
let the Fates decree,
press the shape of sorrow;
let the angels weep.




http://margoroby.com/2015/02/10/poem-tryouts-whats-in-a-word/
 

1 comment:

  1. I find this kind of exercise fun. I don't normally play with words to the extent I should and this forces me to. I often end up with surprises, sometimes even workable ones. I like your idea for the structure. I am going to ponder.

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