[stylist] Sharing my earliest sestina House of Cards

[KajunCutie926 at aol.com]

Oh let's see.  It is about memories, some very  ugly ones.  It is about 
finding oneself and discovering your own  strength.  The 'who' is not so easy 
to name.  It is a melding of three  with similar pain for different reasons.  
Each lived within a 'house of  cards', a house easy to topple yet as 
imprisoning as a stone wall.   Thank you so much for asking about it.
 
Myrna
 
 
In a message dated 5/29/2012 3:05:19 P.M. Central Daylight Time,  
bookwormahb at earthlink.net writes:

Hi  Myrna,
Who was this about? It refers to a "she" in it. It’s a nice message.  I 
think 
you are getting at lost memories; those memories are lost in old  walls, 
places we've been. I interpret more literally. If this isn't the  case, you 
might be using the walls and cards as some  metaphor.

-----Original Message----- 
From:  KajunCutie926 at aol.com
Sent: Monday, April 02, 2012 6:13 PM
To:  stylist at nfbnet.org
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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