NARROW VERGESA Poem by Mark
This was an unusual exercise, in that it lay incomplete for several months, then one night, about two a.m., I awoke with a start, madly scrabbling for paper, finished THIS poem--with three alternate endings, no less!--and wrote three others! Inspiration, it seems, has no timetable, or regard for its recipient!
The term "Sonnet" is bandied about rather loosely these days, but in fact, like all the older forms, has rigorous limitations to its defined structure, with variance permitted in the final six lines alone. NARROW VERGES I paint my life with broad brush strokes, Slapping, dashing, moving on Caring naught what flecks upon The Narrow Verges fall, or Folks. But the Reality which now me chokes The Truth, which finally has dawned Is: Those same folk I've flecked upon Critique MY life with FINER strokes! (original ending: c-d, c-d, c-d) If then that Artist would create Of his life, a canvas finer, More purposed painting must instate, And be, perhaps, less of a Whiner! So flecked-on Folk might feel the weight Of his Repentance, his Definer! (first alternate ending (final couplet only: e-e)) 'til those his Folly's fleck'd shall feel Enframed, his Penitence, too real! (second alternate ending: c-c, d-d, e-e) Therefore, in order to create A Canvas more appropriate Which might some day, some Buyer buy, That Artist must concede to try A System more Conciliatory, To yield results more Laudatory! © 2009 MarkFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on April 22, 2009 AuthorMarkLas Vegas, NVAboutWriting, for me, has always been the friend who brought out the best in me, and who would never argue with me, except when necessary to point out my many obvious inconsistancies. Writing and.. more..Writing
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