Okay, for this one, I start with a sonnet, followed by a quatrain. I don't know why I did this, but it came out okay, so I kept it. I'm still wondering about the quatrain, but that's the way I wrote it, so it's staying. Again, I do occasionally do rhymed poetry. I used to do it a lot, but came the realization that most people now, (at least the people who are publishing poetry) have no use for it at all. I remember getting into a discussion about this with a friend, and I told him that most of the really good poetry being written now is set to music. It all rhymes, and flows, and has recognizable meter, etc. There are other techniques being used, such as metaphor, simile, etc. also. Anyway, here it is:
He stares
He stares out solemnly into the night
seeing nothing, feeling less, hearing sounds
He scans the darkness while seeking the light
held tightly in check by too-human bounds
Where is the sudden illumination
the answers to the questions never asked
somewhere in the inner rumination
he was bound to an impossible task
He looked into the depths of his soul
and did a completely thorough inspection
he searched the entire width of the whole
and found there only his own reflection
Is this all there is, he asked in wonder
there must have been a terrible blunder
Little ego burning bright
crouching low in quivering fright
what a poor, poor pitiful sight
hiding there beneath the light
Copyright 2010 Carl Thames
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