Travelling Through Life (Sestina)

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I

Along the road I daily travel,
Alone sometimes, sometimes with friends.
There are no sign posts which I can follow,
Just a trail upon which I can reflect
Upon each emotion each curve will bring
Hoping for happiness or at least not regret!

II

Silly to even think, I won’t know regret
At least upon one turn, as I travel.
I know not what regret may bring,
Perhaps, I’ll meet some steadfast friends.
So, it’s much wiser that I ponder and reflect,
And walk carefully on the path of life I follow.

III

Walking independently does not mean never follow,
There are somethings on that road I wouldn’t regret.
Wander-lusting, walking along a path, as I reflect,
Is an interesting way I think to travel.
I’ve met so many people, some now are friends,
This is what audacity can often bring.

IV

Each day as I walk my path could bring,
(Though I never know which path I’ll follow)
Wonderful adventurers,  foes and friends,
New lines to write into my story without regret,
This is the miracle of the roads we travel,
So I tell myself,  as I wander on and reflect.

V

Yet if I should stop to contemplate and reflect,
On some of the sorrows, some choices bring.
I might well hesitated before I began to  travel,
Or more careful choose whom to follow,
There could be troubles for which I’ll regret
Losing sight of those I’d call my friends.

VI

Oh my dear and loving friends
Let not this world separate us, reflect
So that we might not someday regret
Whither the pathway leads us, ask, will it bring
Yet more adventures for us to follow?
Such are the pathways on which we travel,

VII

As one thinks of friends and the happiness they bring,
It helps that we reflect which roads to choose afore we follow.
For our life is short, regret has little value, where we will travel.

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I wanted to try the sestina once again, and try to get a little looser with it.  It actually become less complicated once the mechanism of the poem becomes clear.  The photos in the poem were taken yesterday when I decided to go walk in the misty oatmeal mush that is our winter weather.  I guess it too has it’s beauty as well see today. 😉

 

Life’s Door – Sestina

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I

Thinking that life was just a picnic,
I lived my days never worrying about tomorrow.
Then old age began to knock upon my door,
Bending my knees and weighing my back.
And though the party is far from over,
I contemplate a old woman’s destiny.

II

I played at life and thought I knew my destiny.
I know it wasn’t always a sunny country picnic.
I drank in the sunshine, played, now it’s nearly over.
I wait for the knock, the last tomorrow,
I’m reminded that to dust, I’ll have to go back,
I’ll walk beyond the veil and close the door.

III

Death hides behind a battered door,
And each of us has our special day and destiny.
We’ll travel forward then and never look back.
No loving, singing, no bright picnic.
There’ll be no new tomorrow,
We’ll reach the final Game Over!

IV

But now I’m still here and the game’s not over!
The only passages are through my front door,
I have a today, there’s still a tomorrow!
I know nothing of fate or destiny.
I still think of life as a party or picnic,
Harder to enjoy though with a bad back…

V

Wonder strikes me as I look back.
I think of my younth when love was over.
Wailing, that I’d never have another picnic,
Thinking life was over, and closed the door
Thinking I’d lived a star-crossed destiny,
All was lost,  there was no tomorrow.

VI

Yet what does youth know of tomorrow?
There’s no past upon which to look back!
Youth knows not that they’ve yet to make their destiny,
They’d give up the game before it’s over!
They’d run too quickly to cross the door!
From which there will never be another picnic.

VII

One day there’ll be no tomorrow, live fully before it’s over.
Youth, get  back from somber death’s door.
Choose your destiny, choose a sunny picnic!

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This morning I came across this complicated poem, the sestina over at Ye Olde Foole’s place.

I have to admit I like the challenge of some of these older forms.  This one was created in the twelfth century and was used by the French troubadours of that era.  I had to do it in Word, it was too complicated to do here directly.  I color coded the end words of the first line in order to write the verses that followed.

First stanza, 1 ..2 ..3 ..4 ..5 ..6
Second stanza, ..6 ..1 ..5 .. 2 ..4 ..3
Third stanza, ..3 ..6 ..4 ..1 ..2 ..5
Fourth stanza, ..5 ..3 ..2 ..6 ..1 ..4
Fifth stanza, ..4 ..5 ..1 ..3 ..6 ..2
Sixth stanza, ..2 ..4 ..6 ..5 ..3 ..1

Concluding tercet:
middle of first line ..2, end of first line ..5
middle of second line ..4, end of second line..3
middle if third line ..6, end of third line ..1

If you’d like to try the form…please link here so I can read them!

Silly Poem for Lilith: Goddess Club!

Goddess Club!

Should any man just waste our time
thinking that they can just rhyme
using herbs like rosemary and thyme
goddesses will put them in the brine
as a warning and a sign
to upstarts who’ll write a listless line

A Goddess Prompt