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Jacobes
Just a guy trying to work it all out.
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I love hearing poetry recited and It's been a while since we've had a spoken word challenge. Let's read poetry out loud. I remember how nice it was to hear the voices of our Prosers when we had this challenge. Let's give it another go? You can recite your own poetry or choose a Proser to choose from your work to read. You can also choose to read another Proser's poetry if they allow you to. Post the link of your recording on your challenge entry. (sound cloud, google drive, etc.)
Cover image for post At The End, by dustygrein

At The End

OneDrive: https://1drv.ms/u/s!Akywus5JDxSZh7UdVTYRU03y7_--rA

Google Drive: https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9c8maXIfyTMQnFRb0RBQUJfVTQ

Alas, my loves, I think I soon must go,

As dusk has fallen, and my time’s at hand.

Ah, children, there’s one lesson you should know--

Aging, and time, have made me understand.

All of the negatives we’ve ever felt,

Any hurts that we’ve buried and denied;

Anger about the bad hands we were dealt

And wretched bitterness we’ve tried to hide,

Are washed away, like sand against the tide.

As grief and pain, like sand against the tide,

Are washed away, our hearts are free again

And we can choose just what to let inside

After deciding to let go of pain.

Against the love that’s left, nothing can win,

All of the world’s problems amount to naught

Any of you can choose now to begin

Applying all the lessons love has taught,

And storing deep the joys that can’t be bought.

Always embrace the joys that can’t be bought

Assist a friend in need without a care,

And render aide without a second thought.

Ask after those with whom you can’t be there,

Avoid leaving unsaid the words of praise,

And make sure those you do love, always know,

As no one knows the number of their days.

Ah! Gather close and kiss me, eyes aglow,

Alas my loves, it’s time for me to go.

(c) 2016 dustygrein

This form, known as a novelinee, is a 9-line derivative of the Spenserian sonnet verse. It is crafted in iambic pentameter and, in this case, is written as a closed series, or corona. I have also chosen to use alliterative line beginnings, though they are not required by the form.

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