April 25, 2013 § Leave a comment
There’s spider ink on pretty pages
Black words that came from her black heart,
She wrote a verse that never ages,
Her creation, she called it art,
To her love, it was a drawn chart,
A pathway for recognition
For her love required submission,
Her poetry darkened passion
Breaking ties of all tradition
And taking leave of compassion.
Poem #25 is a Dizain. I used 8 syllable lines and didn’t use the iambic pentameter to make it a little bit easier for myself. I might go back and attempt it in the iambic sometime in the summer.