The green, moist moss of loneliness in my chest supine leaves whisper unsung songs
The whispered songs follow me in my dreams blistering pearls fall freely from the eyes
Blistering pearls falling with thundering noise leaving razor thin cuts where they fall
Razor thin bloodless cuts left by angry words pain rises like irate welts all across my body
Irate welts pulse like the vein in my neck beating, beating, beating waiting for respite
Beating, beating down the door desultory despair comes looking for shelter
Shelter seeking despair finds welcoming home in the green, moist moss of loneliness in my chest
Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a “duplex.” A “duplex” is a variation on the sonnet, developed by the poet Jericho Brown. Here’s one of his first “Duplex” poems, and here is a duplex written by the poet I.S. Jones. Like a typical sonnet, a duplex has fourteen lines. It’s organized into seven, two-line stanzas. The second line of the first stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the second stanza, the second line of the second stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the third stanza, and so on. The last line of the poem is the same as the first.
Brutus, dear Marcus Brutus, where art thou We have present day Julius Caesar and thy presence is acutely missed now His ambition would sure give you seizure He is no one’s friend, nor faithful and just He wants to bring many a captives home For justice his sacrifice is a must On the face of earth he shall no more roam.
Rise, rise, wherever you are please rise It is time to slay the tyrant tormentor Strike firmly at his heart thrice in a trice Rid this world of despotic dictator Finally in peace entire world will pause No more damage will anyone dare cause.
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Ingrid, says: We are paying homage to the Bard. Use your chosen title somewhere within your poem (you can also use it as the title of the poem, if you wish).
Marriage of true minds is all bunkum; On seeing impediments in its way, It proves to be not at all fair dinkum, With trepidation it does quail! Nor is it as steady as the north star, In the wide inky star spangled sky. Easily shaken by even a tempest in a jar, Incapable to withstand every how and why! Love is surely Time’s fool, when beauty wans Ravaged by its relentless march. Love flies out of the window if visits to salons Fail. Unable to withstand Time’s forward charge. If at all thee thinketh love can last forever, A bigger fool than thy, can there be never!