She sat as one in a basket of roses
Unlike the earth that moved at her feet
Flowers flowed trickling dew in her hair
she was born in a time of nothing
when all remained still and fragrant
violet gave blue a kiss on the cheek
risen as one to life bearing salted cheeks
She stood among splintered roses
whose lives were given to keep fragrant
poses who stood under crumbled feet
rain came from sky landing on nothing
only to strike her black silken hair
forward movements gave life to hair
as it danced delightfully on her cheek
silent, still, forgotten, than nothing
left behind the memories of roses
as she danced away on her feet
blue to light as green to fragrant
The sky remained its fragrance
still, whipping around in her hair
violent sky toppled, head over feet
as the ground kisses her cheek
sky blossomed a darkening rose
and left in its void nothing
sky fell and came from nothing
leaving the air a stale fragrance
long forgotten a bed of roses,
that once nestled her hair,
swirled around, crimson cheek.
cone of silence landed its feet
Groaning, green danced on its feet
over green, behind it nothing
she woke wind facing cheek
sick to purple, rain fragrant,
silent, still, became her hair
the night returned as it rose
blossom sky kissing cheek, gentle breeze rose from feet
there she lay, bed of roses, again to start from nothing
the air returned fragrant and the night returned her hair.
Unlike the earth that moved at her feet
Flowers flowed trickling dew in her hair
she was born in a time of nothing
when all remained still and fragrant
violet gave blue a kiss on the cheek
risen as one to life bearing salted cheeks
She stood among splintered roses
whose lives were given to keep fragrant
poses who stood under crumbled feet
rain came from sky landing on nothing
only to strike her black silken hair
forward movements gave life to hair
as it danced delightfully on her cheek
silent, still, forgotten, than nothing
left behind the memories of roses
as she danced away on her feet
blue to light as green to fragrant
The sky remained its fragrance
still, whipping around in her hair
violent sky toppled, head over feet
as the ground kisses her cheek
sky blossomed a darkening rose
and left in its void nothing
sky fell and came from nothing
leaving the air a stale fragrance
long forgotten a bed of roses,
that once nestled her hair,
swirled around, crimson cheek.
cone of silence landed its feet
Groaning, green danced on its feet
over green, behind it nothing
she woke wind facing cheek
sick to purple, rain fragrant,
silent, still, became her hair
the night returned as it rose
blossom sky kissing cheek, gentle breeze rose from feet
there she lay, bed of roses, again to start from nothing
the air returned fragrant and the night returned her hair.
Author notes
Silken Thread
evil angels are the best kind
Sestina. It consists of 7 stanzas, the first six stanzas repeat the same six end words, there is a certain pattern for how they repeat, btu i forgot off the top of my head.
the final stanza is three lines, with the same six words repeating one in the middle and on eat the end of each line
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Comments
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Little note about grammar: punctuation! It will get you far in life.
But other than that little twitch factor of mine, this is brilliantly written. I absolutely adore this poem it has such imagery and style. Your form is intriguing to me as well, and you've definitely sold it to me. It seems difficult, so I probably won't be able to do it well, but I'll look into it. Will most likely contact you for help in a little bit. Thank you for this brilliant poem.
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Stuff I asked for in your AN?... Please?
Will comment on the actual poem later.
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Simple and lovely...just like you!
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Awesome flow..it just kept going round and round and round!
loved it. would be amazing with some music to it tho 
ing alone,
Mylee -
Beautiful.
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Hair, sky, rain, wind, color, over and over again in a never ending circle of stanzas like the eternal orbit of the spheres...when will it end?
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oh i liked this indeed.
sestina are hard to write, i wrote one once.
and that was my last!
i loved the second to last vese, i think that's when everything really came alive.
i guess the use of 'groaning' really helped.
but the whole verse naturally was filled with movement.
well done!
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