Tuesday, May 3, 2011
The stars can't breathe inside the love they feel,
dreaming, apprehension, bright extension
of moon-sky, Aphrodite, heaven's thrill.
Rope tight burning lasso knot invention
this pulling distant light to darkness, still.
Need of bleeding, pretty bright, suspension,
in spite of it, you'll see just what you will.
Breathing feeds dawn's free expressive flying
dilating beauty, watch the insight spill.
Moon-heat leaves, sky rains, stars fall, eyes crying.
A first attempt at this form.Stress Matrix Dectet/Stress Checkerboard Stanza -
Form invented by Luke Prater www.lukepraterswordsalad.com
10 lines, 10 syllables per line
iambic pentameter and trochaic pentameter – alternating each line the whole way, giving a perfect ‘checkerboard’ of stressed and unstressed syllables, ten lines down x ten syllables across (=100 syllables completely evenly distributed and the rhyme scheme also utterly even/symmetrical mathematically).
awakened heart stirs quiet
brilliant minds ignite,
radiant souls blow soft on hot coals
outlining nature's sky-blue alibi.
The deepest need of not
becoming vague ashes inside of grey.
deep-dyed with kindness
you'd weep blood for.
Compassion shines alabaster ether edges,
air born splatters, true burning -
radiating from jumped-in color puddles.
makes me wonder
if any is held for self.
Absolute free hearts forget
to inhale deeply,
always breathing for another.
Deep within those goodwill word weaves
does one feel cradled inside
a pure white sense of surrender?
Or is there an unconditional
adoration in technicolor.
An answer to leave one to
cherish selfless, painted strokes,
no matter the shade,
hope within graceful miracles
that it's known
if ever a shallow breath should find its way,
someone touched will feel it,
and for this love,
they will breathe deeper.
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