[stylist] Sharing my earliest sestina House of Cards thank you Lynda

[KajunCutie926 at aol.com]

Thank you Lynda.  It took me quite some time to  attempt another after 
this.. but I have done more.  Each is a new challenge  and I love a challenge.
Myrna
 
 
In a message dated 4/2/2012 6:31:30 P.M. Central Daylight Time,  
llambert at zoominternet.net writes:

This is  EXCELLENT.
Powerful imagery throughout, it moves along at a good pace with  contrasts 
that are powerful. I have read it a couple of time, and will  come back to 
read it again tomorrow and them make some comments. I want to  think about 
it 
for awhile first. this is a very good piece of WORK - and  isn't the WORK a 
joy in the end? A job is turned to joy in the poem and in  the writer of 
the 
poem.  I really like  this!
Lynda



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From: <KajunCutie926 at aol.com>
To:  <stylist at nfbnet.org>
Sent: Monday, April 02, 2012 6:13 PM
Subject:  [stylist] Sharing my earliest sestina House of Cards


With all the  talk of Sestina's today I wanted to share with my first
attempt written  about 8 years ago.  At the time this so taxed my brain and 
 
I
wasn't sure I would ever attempt another but of course, I did.   I have
attached it as well. I do hope you enjoy this very feeble  attempt.

House Of Cards
(sestina)

Once upon another time she  lived
In a fragile house of cards.  She  knew
Only that she  was sheltered, never heard
The winds of change that  silently
Blew  against the coated-paper walls
Of her blissful existence,  until it  crumpled.

She found herself alone amid the crumpled
Ruins of the  life she had  known, no longer lived
Behind the sanctity of sacred  walls
Which kept its  secrets.   Innocence knew
It would  die in shame, silently
Lying in  the ruins of her being.  Unheard.

The Knave had claimed he heard
No denial or admonition and  she  crumpled,
Allowing the lifeless cards to fall silently
One by  one.   In darkness lived
The Kings and Queens.  Only  Innocence knew
Evil  had shattered the paper walls.

She picked  through discarded walls
Searching for treasured Innocence but   heard
Only silence.  Laughter, she knew,
Lay buried in the life now  crumpled
And yet she survived.  She  lived
To carry the  secrets within her silently.

And time, in its fashion, ticked  silently
Within her soul.  She  woke one day to find walls
Of  Faith where debris once lived.
Was that the  whisper of promise  heard
>From beneath the dreams crumpled?
Could she  regain the life  she once knew?

Again, time flexed its knowing muscle for it  knew
That some things must  be borne silently
And without  reprieve.  The life lost in the  crumpled
Ruins would not return  to thrive within the walls
Of yesterday.  Truth's hammer clearly  heard
As it rang through dreams not  lived.

And in her soul she  knew, that no longer would walls
Stand by silently,  ignoring the  whispers heard
While the house crumpled, burying what once   lived.


© March  2004









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