Everything Under the Moon

Merrill sometimes wrote in iambic pentameter (including segments from the work you mentioned), both with and without rhyme. If memory serves, the metered rhyme from The Changing Light at Sandover was supposedly a channeling of Auden. Lol.

Thanks again.

Thanks, Corvidus.

It's a Petrarchan sonnet, which is actually my least favorite variation of the sonnet form.

The Bell It's deep canorous tones articulate across the many landscapes of the earth its promise from the moment of our birth, with no compulsion to discriminate. And surely as the planets circulate in deference to the fully proven worth of their celestial master's solar girth, its ((ring)) encircl...

Now now, SC. Cawstic puns are completely uncawed for in here.

Good to know the titular play on words wasn't lost on you, FF.

The image was one of a bunch of crows sitting next to one another on some power lines. I removed it.

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The Caws of Creation Dark birds upon electric wires swaying to their caws belt out a chorus of desires scored by nature's laws of need to eat and procreate, as if they're so designed to seasonally relocate to propagate their kind... and spread a story of creation told in their own terms, without th...

Thank you, Snowcat.

Thanks again for reading and commenting, Corvidus.

Unrequited Reach https://ap-pics2.gotpoem.com/ap-pics/contest/2682/128.jpg?touchmichelange An artist's brush depicts a finite breach between the infinite Creator's reach and that conceived in His own image, yet endowed with its own silent form of speech, which speaks of its reluctance to abet the M...

Don't forget your bucket and trowel.

Sand Castles A singular eternal point of view amid the ebb and flow of lapping waves that sweep the columns from their architraves to resting places in the restless blue, a sculptor sits alone upon the shore and sets about to shape with filthy hands a masterpiece composed of watered sands, inspired...

Are you a fan of E.A. Poe? Paraphrasing Nietzsche, " If you stare into the abyss for long enough, the abyss may stare back into you ." With the singular exception of Sylvia Plath, I think Poe may have personified those words more fully than any other writer in the history of literature. I...

I see we have at least a few poets on this site , Wricker... I was not around for last years contest...;) Will there be one for this year ? ... Not that I'm aware of, but ya' never know. This much we do know: if there is one this year, it won't be concurrent with Imbolc. ...Nice work , by the way.....

Glad you enjoyed it, Corvidus.

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Gray Matter As golden armor shines reflecting light surrounding both the brave and fearful knight; as blind men sense the silent pantomime enthralling to the watchers blessed with sight; just as the innocent confess their crime, then wrongfully convicted do their time; and as the poet tries to leav...