So...a poem
So, Mindy asked for it, and I figured that it could use some feedback. So, here is my sestina. If you aren't sure and want to know what exactly a sestina entails, go here
Sestina of a Lifetime: Version 1
Standing on the black cliffs, staring at the ocean.
Drifting away on clouds of memory,
I cannot see beyond the wall of the present
To the future that looms deadly and dark.
I know not what waits for me to find,
I can only look behind and remember.
What is it that I can never remember?
For life, for death, or for love of the ocean
I must gather the courage to find
A way back to that place hidden in memory
The place that will illuminate my dark
And rescue from the chains of the past and present.
Whos is the great one of our present
That generations of children will remember?
Will I run and flee to hide the in the dark
Or will I stand proud by the ocean?
Can I be the one who stays in your memory?
My words lingering, your peace to find.
Peace is something you must want to find
Or it will fade away from the present
Into the forgotten recesses of memory.
It is not something I want to remember.
I want it to roll over me like the waves on the ocean;
To smother me so I can sleep in the dark.
Where are the people who live in the dark?
How do I see them and how do I find?
Rumors of beings rise from the ocean,
To whisper of fairies in minds of the present;
Begging our souls to forget and remember
The magic buried in the depths of memory.
When did I lose this sacred memory?
I am left stranded behind the dark.
I can never remember not to remember,
And what has been found I never find.
I want to break free of the present
And swim in the blue of the ocean.
Someday I will relive this memory that I always seem to find
While I’m hiding the dark, bored of the present.
And when I do, I will remember, and dream of the ocean.
*****
ps...the title comes from nothing except the concept that I want to write a really, really, really good sestina sometime before I die, and this is the second attempt.
Sestina of a Lifetime: Version 1
Standing on the black cliffs, staring at the ocean.
Drifting away on clouds of memory,
I cannot see beyond the wall of the present
To the future that looms deadly and dark.
I know not what waits for me to find,
I can only look behind and remember.
What is it that I can never remember?
For life, for death, or for love of the ocean
I must gather the courage to find
A way back to that place hidden in memory
The place that will illuminate my dark
And rescue from the chains of the past and present.
Whos is the great one of our present
That generations of children will remember?
Will I run and flee to hide the in the dark
Or will I stand proud by the ocean?
Can I be the one who stays in your memory?
My words lingering, your peace to find.
Peace is something you must want to find
Or it will fade away from the present
Into the forgotten recesses of memory.
It is not something I want to remember.
I want it to roll over me like the waves on the ocean;
To smother me so I can sleep in the dark.
Where are the people who live in the dark?
How do I see them and how do I find?
Rumors of beings rise from the ocean,
To whisper of fairies in minds of the present;
Begging our souls to forget and remember
The magic buried in the depths of memory.
When did I lose this sacred memory?
I am left stranded behind the dark.
I can never remember not to remember,
And what has been found I never find.
I want to break free of the present
And swim in the blue of the ocean.
Someday I will relive this memory that I always seem to find
While I’m hiding the dark, bored of the present.
And when I do, I will remember, and dream of the ocean.
*****
ps...the title comes from nothing except the concept that I want to write a really, really, really good sestina sometime before I die, and this is the second attempt.