Thursday, 3 May 2012

The road




why is it sometimes we don't see the road
paved with bad intentions, empty of nodes
  we stumble like drunk bitches in white heels
eager to  show off  how  fast  we can  steal

why is  it  sometimes we  lose our course
even with a map, we seek mad discourse
taunting the sky and  burning  our bridges, 
until we see death's eyes through the ridges

why is it  we  need to  leave and  go  far
to know  who we are,  so far from a star 
falling to depths, like used cigarette stick  
we robbed ourselves, hollowed soul, so tragic

to seek again the road we thought so small  
  but  holds  our peace,  we find, it  was all     



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub:    FormForAll:   Clarian Sonnets:   composed of seven sequentially rhymed couplets – aa bb cc dd ee ff gg – in pentameter, or ten syllables per line.
and Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:    Challenge on the Roads 


Picture credit:   here


36 comments:

  1. In love with your poem + the image! Why is it indeed?

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    1. Thanks Helen ~ I like the picture too ~

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  2. we are the machines of our own destruction at times arent we...i like you allusions...the burned matchstick...i think too wanderlust and a sense of adventure can play a dirty hand against us as well...

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    1. Food for thought Brian ~ Thanks for the visit and support ~

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  3. Look at the rhyme, such a fun time. Sometimes we just have to know I guess and learn from it no matter what anyone says. Besides that one time it looks bad and you go for it, could be just what you want.

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    1. I knew my rhyming post will make you happy :-)

      Thanks Pat ~

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  4. Such a powerfully drawn piece Heaven. I love the way you combined the Toads prompt with the Clarian sonnet. It worked perfectly together and painted such an excellent piece. Thanks

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    1. Thank you Fred, the theme at RT was calling for me. I appreciate your kind words ~

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  5. Peace is everything. Wonderful write!
    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/05/03/then-quickly-gone/

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    1. Thanks Charles ~ Just trying out the form ~

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  6. why is it sometimes we lose our course
    even with a map, we seek mad discourse....why do we? powerful and good, Grace!

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    1. Thanks Ayala ~ I appreciate your kind words ~

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  7. As painful as they are, sometimes we have to make mistakes, or, how do we know if we get it right? We just have to hope we don't fall too far.
    Lovely imagery Grace.

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  8. This poem was for sure truthful, raw and I loved it.
    http://leahjlynn.wordpress.com/

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  9. good question. never heard of the clarian sonnet before. cool.

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  10. Some great lines in here Heaven--liked it much--and the message comes through loud and clear.

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  11. I especially like these:
    "even with a map, we seek mad discourse"
    "until we see death's eyes through the ridges"

    Such a great message. Why do we have to go anywhere to figure out who we are? Nice, Grace.

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  12. ...an age old question, I'm afraid. This must have taken quite a bit of time, and you should be proud. It is beautiful.

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  13. Wow, Heaven... this is very thought-provoking, well written. I like the questions you pose here.

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  14. "to seek again the road we thought so small
    but holds our peace, we find, it was all"

    This is the clincher, Heaven! A clever ending that provided a very good answer. We're to strive on and not to give in and we'll get answers!
    Great write,Ma'am!

    Hank

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  15. I'm very happy you tried out the Clarian sonnet form - and imposing it on the road theme was a piece of ingenuity, especially with that question-and-answer format. The other thing I liked was the way you constructed the poem in terms of three quatrains and a final couplet. Most other writers intentionally broke the form, bringing it closer to free verse, but you instead decided to give the framework even more structure! Wonderful!

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  16. Seems life is full of questions...some we find answers too..some we just keep asking. And you ended it so well...nice work!!

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  17. ha...i like the stumbling like drunk bitches in white heels... and crazy isn't it that we see things just too late sometimes...

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  18. Loved the last two lines, says it all really!

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  19. This is a very interesting take on the sonnet form, and I love where the prompt took you - a quite different direction in pondering the road.

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  20. this had some bite!- the drunk bitches n all- this is a rock n roll sonnet for sure- something about consentual self destruction in this....makes me want to drink beer and listen to the motley crue..seriously! ha ha- great job though- very unique, original subject- loved it

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  21. I love new roads and the right ones!

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  22. Sometimes we don't know the road was paved with bad intentions until much later. We wouldn't have paid attention to anyone's warnings at the time.

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  23. The photo is awesome, and your words rock the image. Choices, paths, signs ... all about the journey. You write very nice. I like!

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  24. That is one zinger of a first stanza. I was completely taken by it, started off intending to highlight a line of two, but ended up with most of the poem. A beaut. Congrats.

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  25. We go so far to find ourselves, when in reality, peace of mind is all we require :)
    Your writing is beautiful! :)

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  26. It is fascinating to me how differently everyone is treating this form, to make their own wonderful, unique poems. This is one to read and re-read.

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  27. Wonderful the way this treats each prompt with such care. I tend to think that a poem about the road is made more beautiful in this clarion sonnet form. They fit one another.

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  28. Poetry is fine
    Roads are hazardous
    Photos are uncredited
    Tho some of the photos are awesome.

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