Everything fades
Everything breaks
Is there purpose
To the changes we make?
Inconsistency mocks us
Inconsistency holds
Locked in the inertia
When will you fold?
Hope eludes us
Hope fades away
The struggle to find purpose
How long will you stay?
It seems that I almost always have four line verses. It is hard to do anything else.
How long have you been doing these? They're ... good.
ReplyDeleteTen poems with four-line verses is not even remotely excessive.
Romans 7 and 8.
Rossetti:
Lifelong our stumbles, lifelong our regret,
Lifelong our efforts failing and renewed,
While lifelong is our witness, "God is good:"
Who bore with us till now, bears with us yet,
Who still remembers and will not forget,
Who gives us light and warmth and daily food;
And gracious promises half understood,
And glories half unveiled, whereon to set
Our heart of hearts and eyes of our desire;
Uplifting us to longing and to love,
Luring us upward from this world of mire,
Urging us to press on and mount above
Ourselves and all we have had experience of,
Mounting to Him in love's perpetual fire.
I have been doing these since Monday this week. It is more like six poems with four-line verses.
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