a sestina- incredibly complex poetic form. look it up on wikipedia. they don't usually rhyme, but I was curious to see what would happen.
So I may clear my eyes and somehow find
the comfort winter's grip denies me now
but springtime's gentle sunshine will endow
when I no more the threadbare Earth will morn
as death recedes and life again is born
Although in bright October I was born
I've found as I become mature of mind
the onset of late autumn makes me mourn
for I know the very shortly I will find
the trees will dim and thereafter endow
the ground with all their glory, lifeless now
I dream most vividly of color now
before a hint of blossoms to be born
when brilliant varied hues again endow
the landscape, and in doing so, my mind.
What wonders will be wrought with such a find
how quickly will disperse my cause to mourn
In bleak midwinter spring seems as a morn
An end to all the frigid darkness now
and when the thaw arrives I know I'll find
My soul revives, my body is reborn.
Stale air of winter gone, I'll clear my mind
and take in all that nature can endow
for when sweet April sees fit to endow
me with the beauty of her infant morn
how blessedly will pass out of my mind
the haunting chill that splinters spirits now.
Oh for the days when gentle winds have borne
me to the peace and ease I'll surely find
I truly cannot fathom greater find
than that which spring has never failed endow
since far before the year when I was born.
In ages past, this lauded yearly morn
received more celebration far than now,
but none can trump the praise within my mind
My weary, sorrowed mind ignores the now
And I, in winter, find it doth endow
unto this morn all grace for when it's born.
Poetry by Kaede
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Written on 2009-01-13 at 03:39
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April's Due
I long for April's warmth to thaw my mindSo I may clear my eyes and somehow find
the comfort winter's grip denies me now
but springtime's gentle sunshine will endow
when I no more the threadbare Earth will morn
as death recedes and life again is born
Although in bright October I was born
I've found as I become mature of mind
the onset of late autumn makes me mourn
for I know the very shortly I will find
the trees will dim and thereafter endow
the ground with all their glory, lifeless now
I dream most vividly of color now
before a hint of blossoms to be born
when brilliant varied hues again endow
the landscape, and in doing so, my mind.
What wonders will be wrought with such a find
how quickly will disperse my cause to mourn
In bleak midwinter spring seems as a morn
An end to all the frigid darkness now
and when the thaw arrives I know I'll find
My soul revives, my body is reborn.
Stale air of winter gone, I'll clear my mind
and take in all that nature can endow
for when sweet April sees fit to endow
me with the beauty of her infant morn
how blessedly will pass out of my mind
the haunting chill that splinters spirits now.
Oh for the days when gentle winds have borne
me to the peace and ease I'll surely find
I truly cannot fathom greater find
than that which spring has never failed endow
since far before the year when I was born.
In ages past, this lauded yearly morn
received more celebration far than now,
but none can trump the praise within my mind
My weary, sorrowed mind ignores the now
And I, in winter, find it doth endow
unto this morn all grace for when it's born.
Poetry by Kaede
Read 706 times
Written on 2009-01-13 at 03:39
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