Sweet syllables are tasted upon your breath,
An enticing treat; it’s quite too pure
And too irresistable for my soul.
Yet, I fear that my kiss will steal the words,
And break the dreams of the insane,
But then again reality is the stronger force.
You’re my life force,
My soul’s breath.
Our lives are pure,
And what we say comes from the soul.
There are not any words
That can describe this feeling others would call insane....
I remember that I once was “insane”.
I would feel things that people would force
Onto others with one foul breath.
My feelings were never my own, never close to pure,
It was a void that ravished and degraded the soul.
A soul filled with hateful words…
There are nearly a million words,
Maybe more, but just never call me insane.
If I were truly insane, I would force
A subliminal and bloody breath
That would cause anyone to not be pure,
To be unclean, and to have a stolen soul.
For us, the word isn’t souls but just the singular soul.
You have never expected these words
To be scratched onto paper, but expecting so would be insane.
It’s never a problem if you force
Something on me; I just take a breath,
Handle it, and keep myself open-minded and pure.
I know what I want to say to you, and my intentions are pure.
I have searched my soul.
I have dictated my words.
Love, promise me that I’m not insane,
Because I love you and you are what gives me that driving force.
I would give you my heart in one breath.
My love is pure and never was insane,
Words cannot dictate what I feel within my soul,
And I cannot force all of what I feel into one breath.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is just totally amazing. Your words come together with perfect harmony. I'm at a lost for words because this is so beautifully written. Thanks for the read and keep on writing
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Thank you for such a comment. After reading this piece several times, I'm still surprised how well I wrote this. Funny, isn't it?
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The Sestina is the most difficult poetic form to write. Only two percent of all poets have written one and fewer still a good one. This is an amazing example of form and beauty. I can imagine a modern version of the French Troubadours singing this with their merry accompaniment. You have penned a piece of world class art and you should be proud.
Love,
Amera, Hearts;
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Thank you!
Merci Beaucoup.
thank you very much for hosting a class. i never knew about sestinas until today. i had a lot of fun doing it and i just wrote what i know and what i felt in my heart. i guess being truely in love helps a lot.
i look forward to being in another one of your classes. ironically this piece was really easy to write thanks to your grid method and my method of highlighting each stanza with a different color. I feel very much accomplished.
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