First post in a while, I realize.
Standard Spenserian with my signature 15th line-title.
Only notable trivia is that this one went through two complete sextet/title combos. I'm posting the final version first, with the unsatisfactory version second. Which do you prefer?
"... May this sad koan to my bread be yeast." -5/09/09
Now come, Delilah, lay your shears aside;
I tire of losing strength and losing hope,
Just tie the hair you've cut into a rope.
Although the separation means it's died,
In that is found the downfall of my pride
And narrowing of my potential scope:
The end of my ability to cope
And all salvation that was there implied.
So, from this state, can one who once began
From this bald place restart, though now the less;
And if I start the climb, perhaps the beast
May one day find himself where once a man
Had bravely dared to stand and to confess
That he was not his maker in the least...
(Unsatisfactory version)
"... Restore me to the race which once I ran" -5/9/09
Now come, Delilah, lay your shears aside;
I tire of losing strength and losing hope,
Just tie the hair you've cut into a rope.
Although the separation means it's died,
In that is found the downfall of my pride
And narrowing of my potential scope:
The end of my ability to cope
And all salvation that was there implied.
Perhaps a worm might crawl into that mess
and tangle, till he reach the topmost knot
And find himself a beast, where once a man
Had bravely dared to stand and to confess
That he was not his maker, though he sought
The one who did, and most of all who can...
-L
Hi. I don't know if you remember me. I was Potentiality Pt. 5. I was trying to remember the words to the poem written to me and upon Googling certain fragments, discovered that you are still writing quite frequently.
ReplyDeleteJust want you to know that you are as talented as ever, I still thoroughly enjoy reading your work, and I will forever treasure that poem written way back in 2006.
I hope this comment finds you (and Elizabeth) well!
-Erin Marie