- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Seeker's Sesto
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Click hereOne window yields hard frost to spring in time,
like wells ring water in mirrors of hope
and warming rain breaks through a wintry clime,
passing remorse over a sunny slope.
The open glass bids peace to drift from skies,
settling dawn to melt my frozen sighs.
My years have passed in a melange of sighs.
I do not count the days nor keep the time,
but dream instead against the changing skies,
and set the world into a frame of hope,
not mindful of the way events can slope,
casting dreamers into a colder clime.
When heedless thoughts conjure a sun swept clime,
measuring faith against fractions of sighs,
my dreams of spring carpet a rocky slope,
ascending unaware of passing time,
focusing only on the future’s hope,
as if petals portended brighter skies.
Dreamers forgo the world for signs in skies,
challenging stars to yield a different clime
in constellations that bridge wish to hope,
as if the night might blanket all one’s sighs
like mother rocks her child through dark time
to quell the darkest soul from travail’s slope.
Like Yeats on seeing swans wing past Coole’s slope,
I know years arcing in avian skies,
and measure wing beats to the press of time,
advancing unperturbed by age’s clime,
whooshing the wind away in careworn sighs,
turning my face upward in faceless hope.
I counter pain thus through prisms of hope,
sliding past age on my life’s slipping slope
to recall trials with the barest sighs,
and pull my dreams down from the darkling skies,
searching the stars for comfort’s warmer clime,
passing in years of optimistic time.
Dreams sleep safely under hopeful skies,
petals open dispelling changing clime
in starry nights alighting paths of time.
- COMMENTS
*Catbabe*about 20 years agoand make it work.*G* It was a smooth and effortless read, filled with smart interesting images. A piece of writing to be very proud of. Thanks for sharing it. It's inspiring.
echoes_sabout 20 years agoThis takes so much work, focus, time and self control...you have done such a beautiful job and touched me deeply with this sestina. They are right, it does not belong here, but in a book, published for everyone to see! :rose: if you do this...I am honored you let us see it and experience this from you.
The_Foolabout 20 years agoOnce again you so your love for the formal verse. You share you love through a well turned phrase. And offer your love of life in so many ways. Once again...
jthserraabout 20 years agowonderful images and emotions in a difficult form, those repeated last words. You did well with that repetition, making it flow naturally, something that is tough with so few repeating words. And am I scanning some iambic pentameter? Perhaps a break or two in the meter, but otherwise the it flows so well. I didn't scan it all, but talk about an added delight... wow. I have to agree with YDD... it doesn't need to be here, I think you should pull it and sent it off to Poetry. They like to support the new surge in form poetry these days... they love villanelles and I am sure would drool over a sestina like this.
You do sestina so well...
jim : )
YDDabout 20 years agoThis poem should not be here on Literotica.
It should be in hardcover,
in my library,
under lock and key!
Almost perfection! I only question the choice of "avian".
Bravo! A 5 plus another 5 for the form alone!
You just get better and betterer!
Anonymousabout 20 years ago....who attempt sestinas to show how clever they are" (paraphrased from "Poetry Pointers by Al Rocheleau)
Angeline's perfectly rendered sestina show's how truly clever she is. It not only follows the very tricky sestina tradition exactly but carries both emotion and narrative...no mean feat.
Impressive indeed.
twelveooneabout 20 years agoI've never read anything quite like this; not anything since the 19th century. Immense amout of discipline must have went into this, it is perfect.
Kundalinguiniabout 20 years agoI can't even begin to say all the things I love about this poem, but anyone who finds Yeats in their poem, in context, is travelling in good company.
