Everything Under the Moon

Curious. Not sure if James Merrell wrote the Changing Light at Sandover in a loose variation of this form, but it has a similar tone and rhythm.

It could just be how the sentences run from line to line. Very nicely done.

Merrill sometimes wrote in iambic pentameter (including segments from the work you mentioned), both with and without rhyme. If memory serves, the metered rhyme from The Changing Light at Sandover was supposedly a channeling of Auden. Lol.

Thanks again.

The Other Side

The Chariot of Helios
would balk before this maze
of chasms built too wide to cross
o'r channeled waterways!

And yet across a bridge of sighs
we struggle to and fro
beneath the ever-threatening skies
above the Threat below.

We mustn't fear to pay that price
to reach 'the other side',
in honor of the Sacrifice
of those who've tried and died.



-Wricker (5/8/2017)

Song of the Serial

Seductively its rhythmic tones compel
the listener enchanted by its spell
to stay the course, despite the lyrics sung
both from the heart and from the depths of Hell.

Insanity impregnates words among
the ones bespoken by the devil's tongue,
encapsulating those 'with ears to hear'
the deeper message wisely left unsung.

The audible hallucinations clear
the non-existent conscience of the sheer
and unadulterated psychopath
who holds the note, the blade and unshed tear,

...bereft of empathy to feel the wrath
the song calls down upon his lonely path.




-Wricker (5/8/2017)

Author's Note: this poem was inspired by a song prompt suggested by H.S.

That's beautiful.
Bravo, bravo!
*throws roses*

nightshroud wrote:...*throws roses*

Wow! This is... Really, really good.

Developing the Will of Humanity

Dilated pupils, pull the darkroom blind.
Allow no foreign light's exposing rays
To bleed on or in any way to faze
The panoramic snapshots of the mind.
Develop, so as not to be outshined,
Like meteors across the predawn haze
Of all the fallacies of bygone days
Bathed in the black and white we left behind.

And as our modern film holds colorfast,
Hold on to every moment meant to last,
For life allows so few to fit that bill,
And fewer still with every one that 's passed.
The goal is not the album we all fill,
But that it's filled to our collective Will.



-Wricker

(5/11/2017, reformatted 5/20/2017)

Thanks, you two. B^)>

Calls out to the darkness in us all. A clarion call with trumpets and drums and cymbals.

planewalker wrote:Calls out to the darkness in us all. A clarion call with trumpets and drums and cymbals.

As does the song on which it's based.

Lunar Limerence

The marbled iridescence of
your liquid blues and fertile greens
with swirling grey and white above
has taught to me what beauty means.

We dance around a common space
that's well within your radius;
I'm more attracted by your face
than you by one so craterous.

I pull the evanescent tides
that drench your shores and then recede,
to ply your coastal mountainsides
with cliffs of unrequited need.

I move in phases through your sky,
always internally aflame;
I wax and wane, and wonder why
you never seem to feel the same.



—Wricker (6/16/2017)

Very nice. I needed to read something calming today. Thank you.

SnowCat wrote:Very nice. I needed to read something calming today. Thank you.

Glad you enjoyed it, SC. In terms of poetic devices, personification is a bit of a departure for me.

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