[stylist] Sharing my earliest sestina House of Cards

[KajunCutie926 at aol.com]

Yes indeed.. and thank you.  I think that's why I  do some of the forms I 
do.  The satisfaction they bring to me is fuel for  more words..
Myrna
 
 
In a message dated 4/2/2012 6:39:29 P.M. Central Daylight Time,  
mjfingerprints at comcast.net writes:

I love  it!  I've written three, and they have all been time consuming  to
write, but I have a lot of satisfaction when I finally finish  them.



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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.


C March  2004








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