I shudder deep, a harsh frisson,
what shall I weave, when words are gone?
The earth becomes a hollow pawn,
a withered sheave, when words are gone.
All blossoms fade and die, anon,
without reprieve, when words are gone.
The heart cries out for one more dawn;
a plea naive, when words are gone.
How could existence linger on?
How to believe, when words are gone?
The shades of night shall soon be drawn.
my soul will grieve when words are gone.
Now mark the final colophon,
for poems will cease...when words are gone.
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A contest entry
- Poetic Form: Ghazal - Prompt - Melancholy by Little Feather.
600 points, ended July 11, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Thank you for your entry
Excelent word usage. You always make me break out my dictionary. Words will never be gone lol, but just the thought that they could be would be enought to evoke such despair and fear as you have written here.
Nice job on the form, though the lines are not exactly the same length. The flow and refrain line were well done. Nice effect over all.
I encourage you to keep writing to read and comment.
God Bless
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Thank you for you comment. I'm a bit confused, though. All my lines are eight syllables. Did you mean they have to be the same length in appearance? Please advise. Thanks.
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I didn't count syllbles, If you did it by syllable count then that is perfect. That works better for me anyway, cause it is near impossible to get each line exactly the same length.
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I am intrigued by this form and enjoyed reading your poem. I thought the rhyming was advanced and successful, and the melancholy spirit moved throughout the work. Good luck in this contest. Peace, Liz
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We seem to all be going for rhymed Ghazals, this is terrific, far better than mine!
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