NaPoWriMo 2012 @dVersePoets #FormForAll
At Last...
She returns home after troubling day
Refusing the phone. They call to say
big credit line has again reached its end
rigged interest doubling again-again
She enters the bath, hot steam rising
weave waves at mirror compromising
her once youthful glow. She once was proud,
furs and gems were her life. Now screams loud
at a reflection she does not know
flat empty eyes. Her whole heart sinks low
wondering when the fight will be won
Thundering, rumbling loss. When she runs
from dreams of kingdoms all because she
strums the strings of feathered scars they leave
when they come to finally take away
sinful lush at end of day.
White jacket, long sleeves so tempting now
Tight escape by all means. Chained. Somehow
she has lost herself along this ride
Leaves to live. Lost she will always cry
in endless rivers, drowning alone
sent with no roof, no shelter no home
Smothering heart, now tattered. Torn-
Coveting arms of the life she mourns.
In the wee dark hours before dawn
in ancient radio, classic song
while cards get shuffled and die get cast
child tightens the noose singing "At Last"
It's FormForAll with Gay (AKA Beachanny) and she has treated us to a lesson in a form brought to life by her friend and fellow poet Hector Gutierrez. I have attempted this challenge of "Framed Couplets", though fear I have fallen a little short. Stop by dVersePoets, have a read of the fantastic article, and tell me if you can see where I've struggled...or simply grab a pen, and take up the challenge! Also offering this up as NaPoWriMo 2012 Day 19!
And...just for fun ;)
She returns home after troubling day
Refusing the phone. They call to say
big credit line has again reached its end
rigged interest doubling again-again
She enters the bath, hot steam rising
weave waves at mirror compromising
her once youthful glow. She once was proud,
furs and gems were her life. Now screams loud
at a reflection she does not know
flat empty eyes. Her whole heart sinks low
wondering when the fight will be won
Thundering, rumbling loss. When she runs
from dreams of kingdoms all because she
strums the strings of feathered scars they leave
when they come to finally take away
sinful lush at end of day.
White jacket, long sleeves so tempting now
Tight escape by all means. Chained. Somehow
she has lost herself along this ride
Leaves to live. Lost she will always cry
in endless rivers, drowning alone
sent with no roof, no shelter no home
Smothering heart, now tattered. Torn-
Coveting arms of the life she mourns.
In the wee dark hours before dawn
in ancient radio, classic song
while cards get shuffled and die get cast
child tightens the noose singing "At Last"
It's FormForAll with Gay (AKA Beachanny) and she has treated us to a lesson in a form brought to life by her friend and fellow poet Hector Gutierrez. I have attempted this challenge of "Framed Couplets", though fear I have fallen a little short. Stop by dVersePoets, have a read of the fantastic article, and tell me if you can see where I've struggled...or simply grab a pen, and take up the challenge! Also offering this up as NaPoWriMo 2012 Day 19!
And...just for fun ;)
Comments
Your poem does reflect the state of the nation, especially for those living and struggling alone.No country seems to escape this at present, as far as I can see.
Your internal vowel rhyme is so pleasing.
"She enters the bath, hot steam rising" ... That sounds so heavenly.
"White jacket, long sleeves so tempting now escape by all means" ... I hear ya. :)
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Form: http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/04/20/free-spirit-speaks-couplets-for-dverse/
Singer Poem:
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/04/09/billie-holiday/
Love,
Janie
If you missed the strictures of the form occasionally,always remember, content forced into the straight-jacket of a unforgiving structure is always diminished. Great job Natasha.
Think I'll tweet that thought. ;-)