Lunatic Ball

Lunatic Ball

A Poem by Dietrich von Crowe
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Trochaic hexameter... rather difficult to write.

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Waltzing round and round with marked and mirthless laughter,
Maddened people, born by burning lights and candles,
Twirl and spin on sands of time enticing sane disaster.
 
Severed smiles float across these florid faces
Gashed by feigned complacency and grim contentment
Known to those who play with Death’s seducing graces.
 
Neither gripped nor given willingly, their bounding
Vindication wants for pooling wines of crimson,
Screams of manic slaughter; chorus cries resounding
 
Songs of desolate elegies that sound of sorrow.
Neither they, these shaded few, nor we, enlightened
As we mind to say, can know what comes the morrow.
 
Sweet suppressing music plays, and wine is taken,
Moving people once again to dance and journey
On the doleful path of shiftless hearts forsaken.
 
Waltzing round and round with hapless degradation,
Happy people, struck with destined timeless silence,
Slip and fall with sands, accepting this salvation.

© 2009 Dietrich von Crowe


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Sounds like a ball I'd love to partake in.

It's been awhile since I've read your poems.
I'm impressed.
I loved the flow and the way it seemed to roll off my tongue.
The images your words created were quite a sight to see as well.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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