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progression i
My tears that scatter dust as diamonds, blood and dun
In shades of fetid sun,
A crow field waste where flowered love in her begun.
progression ii
A Winter Spring, a thought, her ginger blush in ice,
Arctic wind, vedic spice,
The very taste, cold heart with crimson’s heat entice.
progression iii
With time’s advance, mad bantered flames burn hope away,
As fears contempt betray,
To hide famil’ar* shadowed hallways, soul’s decay.
progression iv
The drought heart, endless unrelent, turns blood to rust,
Gives thirst a bitter dust.
Your Lighting’s thunder burst threats whole my world, combust.
progression v
But subtle rain who soaks the fertile wastes and rise,
New buds and western skies,
With chance to taste the Celtic sage, your heathered prize.
(5 entries in KublaiSwan's MUCH HARDER 6-3-6 Contest - a series of 5 taken as individual poems - can be assembled into 1 larger work - each tercet is written in a structure of iambic hexameter - iambic trimeter - iambic hexameter...)
*("famil'ar" to ensure a three syllable pronunciation)
Post Script... Withdrawn as entries in the 6-3-6 Competition - as the host meant 6 syllables followed by 3 syllables followed by 6 syllables - not hexametric - trimetric - hexametric (although in the guidelines, he transposed it to "trimetric - hexametric - trimetric") which designates a line of six metric feet, followed by a line of three metric feet, followed by a line of six metric feet. The guidelines I thought I was writing to.
My tears that scatter dust as diamonds, blood and dun
In shades of fetid sun,
A crow field waste where flowered love in her begun.
progression ii
A Winter Spring, a thought, her ginger blush in ice,
Arctic wind, vedic spice,
The very taste, cold heart with crimson’s heat entice.
progression iii
With time’s advance, mad bantered flames burn hope away,
As fears contempt betray,
To hide famil’ar* shadowed hallways, soul’s decay.
progression iv
The drought heart, endless unrelent, turns blood to rust,
Gives thirst a bitter dust.
Your Lighting’s thunder burst threats whole my world, combust.
progression v
But subtle rain who soaks the fertile wastes and rise,
New buds and western skies,
With chance to taste the Celtic sage, your heathered prize.
(5 entries in KublaiSwan's MUCH HARDER 6-3-6 Contest - a series of 5 taken as individual poems - can be assembled into 1 larger work - each tercet is written in a structure of iambic hexameter - iambic trimeter - iambic hexameter...)
*("famil'ar" to ensure a three syllable pronunciation)
Post Script... Withdrawn as entries in the 6-3-6 Competition - as the host meant 6 syllables followed by 3 syllables followed by 6 syllables - not hexametric - trimetric - hexametric (although in the guidelines, he transposed it to "trimetric - hexametric - trimetric") which designates a line of six metric feet, followed by a line of three metric feet, followed by a line of six metric feet. The guidelines I thought I was writing to.
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