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Your winter’s hammock has a seam of snow
from when your cloud-capped head weaved crystal webs.
Poetic imprints, angels inked in cold
are memories etched in your paper corpse.
You left some things, but words were not your force.
Figuring it out was the breeze. Your folds,
however, soiled your time and what is left,
your ash bed I bought, is a seal of slough.
In dreams, you draw the sewing of slain narwhals
to constellations. I console them. Have
you solved your ode that flails with paradox?
I’ve found your fields of ice, but I was lost.
In summer, you’ve stolen my voice when half
your winter’s hammock is a seal of slough.
from when your cloud-capped head weaved crystal webs.
Poetic imprints, angels inked in cold
are memories etched in your paper corpse.
You left some things, but words were not your force.
Figuring it out was the breeze. Your folds,
however, soiled your time and what is left,
your ash bed I bought, is a seal of slough.
In dreams, you draw the sewing of slain narwhals
to constellations. I console them. Have
you solved your ode that flails with paradox?
I’ve found your fields of ice, but I was lost.
In summer, you’ve stolen my voice when half
your winter’s hammock is a seal of slough.
Literature
murderer
you died,
five days after
you said you loved me.
i think it was
my heart which killed you.
perhaps
you just didn't fit
with my bones,
the clavicle, i think.
or maybe it was
something you said,
and the black hole
of my heart
swallowed you.
you died then,
i believe;
even though
we both clung on
(for just awhile.)
we parted at christmas.
and i buried you
in the ground
of my heart.
i think it happened
on the third day;
when i killed you,
i mean.
you said
you wanted to
learn to love me
soon.
you lied.
so much for
a death wish.
Literature
The Election
The Election
Once in a country not very far away,
An election was coming in a couple of days,
Three candidates with three agendas had set out to run,
The people would choose when the campaigning was done.
Billionaire Donald lived in a tower of gold,
His ego defied logic and his words were so bold,
He intimidated his opponents spewing fear to win,
and promised to make America great again.
Hillary lied at her rallies and acted true blue,
Pantsuit would preach equality as systemic racism grew,
Minorities flocked to her for overdue civil rights,
While her Foundation sold out to other countries every night.
Sweet Bernie cared for the tall and
Literature
In Memoriam
"In Memoriam"
Cold morning wakes
A procession makes its way
Down the desolate streets
Bordered by a small crowd
The paulbearers carry their brethren
Their breath heavy against the cool air
As they see the air escape their mouths
And float into the sky
Like dreams and hopes now broken
§§§
Breaking down
Tears burning holes
In your soul
§§§
The burden grows heavier
With each step
The smooth lacquer finish
Seems to glaze over with a layer of ice
As chills run up their spines
§§§
Flash to
Subliminal messages
Lines blur
Color bleeds
Then fades
§§§
Gentle tears
Splash violently
On the pavement
As mourners look on
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A bilbian sonnet, devised by deinktvis. The tutorial can be found here: fav.me/d7xiilq. This form is actually quite interesting to work with with its quasi-refrains that allow flexibility within the sonnet form as well as rhyme scheme. It provides all the advantages of a form such as a rondeau without its restrictions (although an interesting thought is dividing it into two septets and adding another partial refrain). I think it really is a nice form that every sonneteer should give a go at.
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Great imagery!!