Bradj545 Posted July 30, 2014 Posted July 30, 2014 Hello, everyone I'm taking a class in writing poetry right now, and I've written two poems inspired in part by Freedomain Radio. Below is one of them, and I'm fairly proud of it. It's going into my class portfolio after I edit it. The poetic form is called sestina. Credit to Stefan for the "philosopher king" that I refer to! I'd like to know what you think, and if you have any comments, I'd be happy to read them! Sestina: Coming Free Far-off land, under cold northern sky. Asphalt-shingled houses cap off a storm. Furies drawn in wet cigarette ash. Harsh words by which she breaks her own rule. Dull little place, and the money’s in iron, Despite all the sameness, they’re hardly one people. “Why can’t you be like the other people?” “Aren’t we all God’s children, under the sky?” Words spent, time for chores now, find clothes to iron. A singular son walks into a storm Of tiny infractions, each breaking a rule. Forget it, go raid that secret weed stash. Flick that Bic in the alley, tap off the ash. Buzz-hunger, but no stomach for people Who measure their words by some secret rule. Falling mood fits into darkening sky. Can’t stay the night, can’t go back to home’s storm. Lost and lonely where the money’s in iron. Fall tumbles in with clouds dark as iron. Strip mine blasting peppers red leaves with ash. So how’s that for a curious storm? Dusted by deluge, and still not one people Dark-clouded eyes upturned, searching for sky, Submit with ease to a blind kingdom’s rule. Easier still just to follow the rules. Your sensitive sons enclosed by the iron. Are we one people under the sky? Draw your judgments in wet cigarette ash. “Why aren’t you like other people?” Ghost-iron words invoke the inner storm. New-born calm calls to the eye of the storm. Philosopher king calls for a new rule. “Remove the tyrants that bind the people!” “Tear down the walls, and the cages of iron!” “Erase the marks of we cigarette ash!” “Then be the true tribe under the sky!” Under the sky not tinted with iron Free of the ash of misguided rule We’ll be the true people sharing the sky.
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