Hello friends!
Four poems this week, from four different constraints.
EDGAR ALLAN POE'S THE RAVEN (Palindrome)
Oh, cell!
A hero monk
saw one wanes...
I rap arid rage.
Regard:
I rap arisen awe.
Now ask, "No more!"
Hall,
echo....
MARY SHELLEY'S FRANKENSTEIN;
OR, THE MODERN PROMETHEUS
(Palindrome by Pairs)
Refine research,
to see law,
then omen,
thaw —
else to char
serene fire….ABOVE AND BELOW (Triolet)
For every wave that swallows ships,
there's one that spits them from the sea.
(Abyssal serpents lick their lips,
for every wave that swallows ships.)
For every mast the seas eclipse,
you'll find another rising free.
(For every wave that swallows ships,
there's one that spits them from the sea....)
WE PERSIST (Sonnet)
We persist,
though we walk
through the mist….
There's a fork
in each road,
and it seems
to forebode.
Yet we dream
not of fate.
As we tread
to the gate
of the dead,
all along,
there's a song….