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Poems that pursue the horizon from past to present and poems created for NaPoWriMo 2017
#909925 added April 30, 2017 at 12:13pm
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Beyond Babylon
"His frantic pace my horse swift slows
  to forage food, sweet green grass mined;
Babylon's umber ashen blot
  haunts me, a shadow in my mind:
          Rusty remnant remains
.”

Each day his patient steady trot
  toward richer greener grass, his find, moves
us far from seared Babylon’s plot;
  Supplants images in my mind of
          Rusty remnant remains.

Sensing hope, my horse steps spritely
  on firm ground, his footsteps rumbling;
A building in the distance slightly
  suggests we are far from the crumbling
          Rusty remnant remains.

Onward, praying to uncover,
  over the rolling hills we ride;
Flush fertile land to recover,
  an arable place to abide
         With no rusty remains.

Rhythmic ride, recalling poems,
  morsels from memory's horizon
of life in my quaint childhood home,
  weigh on my mind like a greisen
          In lusty remnant plains.

Each valley and hill wandered o’er
  brought green land, crops incredible;
Here, streams of water recover
  struggling plants; though inedible,
          Thriving fresh fruit remains.

On the horizon, structures emerge;
  future resting spot for the night.
My horse gallops, we’re on the verge,
  breaking from bleakness, into light
          Of verdant crop domains.

In distance far, I clearly see
  one person walking, now there's two!
Perhaps more, no longer lone me;
  for this rider, hope rises to
          Beget life's human strains.

Tears of relief sprinkle the ground
  as we discover dazed others;
Survivors huddle, new life found-
  Are we apocalypse brothers
          or rusty remnant remains?


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Entry: April 30, 2017
Prompt: A destination, an outcome
For: Dew Drop Inn Poetry Workshop
Form: Rondel Grand is a form created by Victoria Sutton, aka, Passionspromise.
It is stanzaic, and syllabic, with a minimum of 3 quintains, and no maximum.
The first four lines are 8 syllables, the fifth line is 6 syllables. This poem
follows a Modified Rondel Grand (see note on rhyme pattern).
Rhyme Pattern: ababR cdcdR..etc.
Note: This poem was modified to an abcbR, etc. rhyme pattern.




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