Dear Sir (An Epistle)

Epistolary poems, from the Latin “epistula” for “letter,” are, quite literally, poems that read as letters. As poems of direct address, they can be intimate and colloquial or formal and measured. The subject matter can range from philosophical investigation to a declaration of love to a list of errands, and epistles can take any form, from heroic couplets to free verse.
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Dear Sir;

I write to you to fast profess
My distaste for your subtle charm.
It’s something that I would address,
A weapon that you must disarm.

If you should choose to press upon
My weakness for a handsome face,
I’ll say that this is all put-on,
Though you might know that’s not the case.

It irks me when you smile that way;
Your lips, they shouldn’t beckon so.
That glance is terribly cliche,
Undressing me – it’s got to go.

I know you like to linger close
And touch your breath upon my neck;
My shivers shouldn’t diagnose
That I am at your call and beck.

It’s terribly inconvenient
To think of you at every turn.
I think I’ve been quite lenient
In hiding just how much I yearn.

In short, you must abruptly stop
That thing you do that makes me faint.
My heart feels like a spinning top,
Dear sir – I wish you’d show restraint!

I hope this letter finds you well,
Delivered to your office door.
Can you make lunch at half past twelve?
If not, I’ll see you home at four.

Regards,

Me.

Rondeau – With Open Arms

“The rondeau is a French form of verse also used in English language poetry. It makes use of refrains, repeated according to a certain stylized pattern. It was customarily regarded as a challenge to arrange for these refrains to contribute to the meaning of the poem in as succinct and poignant a manner as possible. The rondeau consists of thirteen lines of eight syllables, plus two refrains (which are half lines, each of four syllables), employing, altogether, only three rhymes. It has three stanzas and its rhyme scheme is as follows: (1) A A B B A (2) A A B with refrain: C (3) A A B B A with concluding refrain C. The refrain must be identical with the beginning of the first line.”
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With Open Arms

With open arms I came to you,
my yearning sweet like morning dew.
We lost ourselves, laid down our heads,
we held our worries in their stead,
considered from a tilted view.

We talked of what we wouldn’t do;
our arguments fell often through.
Soft, withered petals when we bed
with open arms.

On many days we’d start anew
but ardor held us thick like glue.
Voraciously our needs we spread,
fast woven from a sticky thread;
from sinful lines, ourselves we drew,
with open arms.

Five of Hearts

The Cinquain is a five-line stanza with a rhyming scheme that’s most commonly ababb, abaab or abccb. Syllables and rhythm are not defined. Since I’m a fan of iambic pentameter, that’s what I’ve chosen to use, alongside the ababb rhyming scheme.

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Five of Hearts

You’ve left for work. I step into your shower.
I’m naked in your house and you don’t know.
Warm water on my skin. I try to scour
images of you, but they still show.
The rivulets run deep. A torrid flow.

If you were here I know you would be stronger,
sitting in your room while I undress.
If you were here I’d take a little longer,
tempting what you’re trying to suppress.
Eventually I know you’ll acquiesce.

It’s horrible of me to try to do this,
I know I should be far away from here.
But I can’t stop from teasing even one kiss
although I’m not the one that you hold dear
and one day this will all just disappear.

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Further insight from the title, re. Tarot –

“The Five of Cups is a card that signifies difficulty, loss, and the challenges of dealing with that loss. The figure in the card wears a black cloak in which he hides his face in apparent despair. At his feet are five cups, three of which have fallen and spilled onto the ground and the other two behind his back remain standing. He does not seem to notice these upstanding cups because he is so focused on the fallen cups instead. Ahead of him a powerful river flows between himself and a castle or home in the distance. To his right is a bridge that can lead him to the security of the house across the river. Despite the fact that this card has a strong indication of loss and tribulation, there is a positive aspect that must be considered. Is your cup half full or half empty?”

A Minute

Join me for a minute. 60s; not seconds, but syllables. This is a poetry form I’m fond of – the constraint of the syllables, the rhyme, the iambic meter.

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My best work is a web of lies,
Of lows and highs,
the things I did
and those I hid.

A subtle disregard for walls,
I’ve crossed them all.
Morality
Was never me.

I don’t regret a minute spent.
To what extent
does passion burn?
You live, you yearn.

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Yes, I’ve started a new blog. Yes, I have a million already. I figured it’s high time I get poetical again. Maybe a new book will come of it. :)