Lauren Hynde
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Thank you. You rock, and so does this challenge.Tristesse said:Your wish is my command oh wiggy one.
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Thank you. You rock, and so does this challenge.Tristesse said:Your wish is my command oh wiggy one.
WickedEve said:This is from the first page of the thread. It's been there 2 weeks and unedited. It's one of those poems that may not be worth editing, but I'll ask anyway: Any suggestions? Should I get rid of some of the "beat" in the first stanza?
This part probably has the most problems:
through my rushes--hot and chill.
Fallen stem, a steam, and trickle,
I was spent and left to ponder
how my pleasure was a sickle.
Was "into the light" written yonder.
Mercury The Winged Messenger
I heard them beat against the pane,
beat, beat, and beat again,
like the rhythm of his cane.
Thought it was a little wren
come to see my candlelight,
thresh the glass with wings again.
I know of birds and winter fright.
One had spied us in the chill
when I died by candlelight.
Sir had split the air too shrill.
Swung his arm just like a sickle
through my rushes--hot and chill.
Fallen stem, a steam, and trickle,
I was spent and left to ponder
how my pleasure was a sickle.
Was "into the light" written yonder.
No wren that beat against the pane.
I was spent and left to ponder
love and rhythm of his cane.
I only have a second, but wanted to thank you and Fly. I wrote it quickly and never edited. So, it needs work. I'll check out the suggestions better when I get home from round 2 of t-or-t.wildsweetone said:Eve, sorry, these thoughts might seem all over the place. take what you want and dump what you don't need.
line 11 doesn't seem to have the same metre as the rest, is this intended? (maybe re-write it deleting that wretched word 'just'...?)
line 15, is your pleasure a sickle, or does your pleasure come from a sickle?
i'm guessing that 'steam' relates to the steam rising from an open wound caused by the cane? i like the way that line reads.
i'm not sure you have the tense consistent...?
'Was "into the light" written yonder.' - needs a question mark?
Glad I'm not the only one. I'm in a sonnet-ish dead end right now, with some lines I just can't get written.Tristesse said:*goes back to beating up my keyboard.*
End of the week. I wished for an extention.Liar said:Glad I'm not the only one. I'm in a sonnet-ish dead end right now, with some lines I just can't get written.
I have until tomorrow....right?
phewLauren Hynde said:End of the week. I wished for an extention.
Well, no one really knows how to pronounce quid pro quo anyway. Latin is dead(ish).Liar said:Yeah, I've got the list too. Just one problem...it's too forgiving. Most of those doesn't have the right prosody or even the right end vowel. Close, but no cigar with the way I hear the language.
And the rest I can't fit coherently or have used once too many times.
Tristesse said:Venus Earthbound
a heptasyllabic sextilla - sorta
Venus took on mortal form
descending through a starry storm
She thought to walk among mankind
upon that green and peaceful star
so pleasant-looking from afar
where men and women were confined.
Great Mars had begged her not to go
but he was very biased so
she kissed his cheek and turned her head
to start her sojourn down below.
“I was of chaos born, you know.”
was all the goddess said.
The storm clouds parted as she came
and startled godlets mouthed her name.
Serenely swept *Euronome
until her feet were on firm ground
and her stability was found
she rested ‘neath a kumquat tree.
Her journey covered many lands
from mountain top to desert sands.
She saw white crosses row on row
each one had marked a violent death
so many that they took her breath.
but onward still she had to go.
Venus traveled far and wide
where wives had mourned and children cried.
To places where indignities
to quick and dead was much the norm,
where cruelties of every form
drew strength from human frailties.
She joined the tourists as they walked
where once the Nazi evil stalked
through Bergen-Belsen’s chilling ground
and under Auschwitz’ lying arch
where still the Jewish spirits march
and genocide, the word, was found.
Venus saw the little ones
that hardly bore their loaded guns
in Africa, their eyes were void,
their bodies young, their faces old.
The sight made Venus’ blood run cold
So many with their youth destroyed.
Cambodia was next for her
The killing fields a frightful blur
of skulls and bones heaped high.
She wept to see such devastation
so much death in one location,
did Man like killing, if so why?
In Ireland she took pleasure in
the peace where once great strife had been
but even there the fragile truce
could fracture once again
bringing further death and pain
the dogs of war would loose.
Amidst the earthquake’s legacy
South Asians still fought desperately.
As children died they set their bombs
Oblivious of everything
Except their goals the pain would bring,
their lands becoming tombs.
Venus hugged herself in grief
all of this beyond belief
that man learnt nothing from his deeds
She made the trek back to Olympus
carrying home the saddened corpus
knowing Mars had sewn his seeds.
I agree!BooMerengue said:I am stunned! This, Ms Tris, is absolutely wonderful! I was mesmerized from the very first. I haven't read the others yet, but I just love this! Many thanks!
BooMerengue said:I am stunned! This, Ms Tris, is absolutely wonderful! I was mesmerized from the very first. I haven't read the others yet, but I just love this! Many thanks!