Consequence - A Sestina
A sentence begins with a word
or a condemnation of action
capitals and gavels quickly fall
emotions follow swift in step
as bailiff's impassive approach
begins a period of deep reflection
Narcissus gazed at water’s reflection
unable to hear any Echo of Nemesis’ word
unable to accept any lover's approach
as arms became petals no action
was taken and so step by step
legs became roots, body stems, and petals did fall
Time for dread Persephone to return, it is fall
and if small pomegranate seed did not sit in reflection
upon her tongue no more upon her step
would a dead man nor Immortal whisper the word
“welcome” as she would not leave and no action,
choice or trick hers to calm his approach
“Come closer,” you softly whispered at my approach
“I want to fall in love and in love fall
next to you, each new thought an action
until our bodies breathe body breath without reflection
only sound and time until sound’s last word
is an unintelligible sigh-gasp spoken in simultaneous step”
A sentence then begins, so many years of silence, a step
towards despair which leaves only to again approach
to whisper poisons from ancient books within which no word
brings joy, Persephone and petals both fall
Narcissus, now one-eyed blind, sees no reflection
now there is no action to any thought nor thought to any action
Grace, eloquence, art, love all stem from action
Narcissus blooms, Persephone embraces Demeter, each a quiet step
away from bailiff’s forced isolated reflection
paunchy and somnambulent, the judge fell asleep no bench to approach
we all rise always rise before our fall
for in silence there is no final word
So, a call to action, a novel approach
Think carefully of consequence, step cautiously do not fall
For in darkness there is no reflection, in the beginning there is only the word.
Adam Rabinowitz
Tue 6th Aug 2019 05:59
Devon,
I am just happy to be here and happy to get some eyes on my words. I so enjoy your poems. Hope you had a great day. I enjoyed writing the Sestina but will probably not attempt an other though it was a good drug...took my mind in many cool directions.
Kind of hung over from it though. I had no poems in me today.