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Pure
Aug 7, 2008 16:59:40 GMT -5
Post by Ross McCague on Aug 7, 2008 16:59:40 GMT -5
Pure drama at the microphone, Intelligence set against the masses. A youth released freehold dreams. Conditions are never quite what they seem.
Within an order balanced within the state, A youth laboured at the structure of the fugue. The world of sound thread across a wound, Animated most soothing, seamless, healing parts.
Chanted over a rhythmic, ancient instrument, Language that shaped a vivid dream. A youth tuned it so to conquer time, Ushered in the blossoming of belief.
Back, back to the original fire on an arid plain, Gaze into the heart of a fleeting, flickering, life-giving flame.
The perspective pulls back further and further into the past. The first stanza is a portrait of Jim Morrison, the second J.S. Bach, and the third is a take on Homer. It finishes with a glimpse of the world of pre-history.
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Pure
Sept 20, 2008 14:41:38 GMT -5
Post by Bernard Alain on Sept 20, 2008 14:41:38 GMT -5
before I read your note at the bottom Ross I was already onto this, nice structure, I always worry when I am reading quatrains and anything rhymes but this works ... nice read
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Sept 21, 2008 10:27:51 GMT -5
Post by Ross McCague on Sept 21, 2008 10:27:51 GMT -5
I try not to consciously set up a rhyme scheme. It's just the force of 1000s of poems that squeeze it out of me. They seem to be more into formal patterning of poetry in England. Sometimes I think they missed the 20th century. I'm glad you liked it.
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