An Image for the Ages

Poetic Prose 10 syllables per line...

 

Latent echoes spill from the scepters flame

 “I’ll accept the vain, sticking neck to nave”

The etched remains of his life’s clef an clave

Sets the stage, where whispers torment the grave…

 

Once two ships sealed the letters of wisdom ,

settlers enlisted, trenched with the livid…

“kill the scout and we’ll measure resistance..

prying eyes see what never existed”

 

“Clerical conscious, forgive those in me…
that loathe an ease, memories chosen creed”
Stolen eves from olden kings, dole the seethe.

Extol the grief, without an ode to read? 

 

Stoic ambition changed the forest plight

astute orifice, mutes the torrents sigh

War in spite, not in vain the scorned will die

A discourse to pride he was born to rise.

 

Esoteric bereavement. Wandering        
ellipsis, persistent to dishonor kings..
Salvations sheen, an image squandering

Fathers killing sons, conceits posturing

 

“Regal thy first born, disclose the worst war..

In less brevity, fledging a lurch forth.

Burdened, firths’ dour, vestige for a serfs chore,

Migrating dissonance, still the bird soars

Unbridled mistakes, defiled with grace,
where violence is trained, conniving embraced..

Enigmas battle, with crypts of ammo,    
Staged, whispers rattle when silence is chained  

Reviews

[Dutch Jr.]

I don't think I could ever write such a meaningful, powerful story in poetic form, and keep ten syllables in every line. Great write.

[Melanie Jane Boicourt S..]

I love that you can weave such a story and stay within such structure.
Great job.
Love Melanie

[Nik'aule]

You know you're still rapping in iambic pentameter, right? lol... as far as I can tell with my sleep-deprived eyes, I like this... I'll check it out again in the morning and comment further when my comments can be taken in heed rather than ignored because of the lack of conscious thinking... lol