Challenge #10: Somber Etheree

[Fluffy]

Somber Etheree​

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I'd been flexible with the moods of most of my poetry challenges. This time around, I'm going to ask that you write me something gloomy. Being a melancholic person myself, I'm very interested in seeing what sort of beautiful words you can weave me.

The style is called an etheree. It's ten lines long and it has a specific pattern for the syllables: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. The best part about this style is how you can manipulate it in a few different ways. For example, if you wanted to, you could write an etheree in reverse; 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. As well, you can have more than one verse in your poem. You could have two; that's called a double etheree. You could do three; a triple etheree. So on and so forth. I hope that this isn't too confusing. Click to the following source for further information: LINK

And, on the subject of rhymes: no they are not required. Have fun with this crazy challenge. :P

Etheree example

Anonymous Solitude

She's
inclined
to want more
to ease her mind
than do you or I.
She disappears to find
anonymous solitude.
We look for it, but we are blind.
Left behind, we become mere figments
of her illusions; . . . . we call her unkind.

Double Reverse Etheree

Blurred Vision

Blurred is the Poet's vision when grieving -
Penning release, striking out against
the pain raging inside, casting
out the love that once stemmed from
passion's ink in the night.
Driving poetry
like a prized slave
until limp,
red eyed,
cold.
Sleep
and dream
of lifeless
limits in ink.
Poethood of guilt,
a sentence to be served,
'til the blinded and enraged
can make peace with the opal eye
of passion's night, and create poems
to heal the heart of the grieving Bard.

 

[Fluffy]

I have chosen to do a double. :] This was way harder than I thought it would be.

Colorless

Through
her old,
grey tinted
glasses, the world
looked so sad and dull.
She wondered, was Father
Time going through a rough patch?
Waiting for a minute to pass
is lonelier than she cared to say.
Even the people were moving like snails.
Fearsome chills always scurried up her spine
when their sunken, black eyes met with hers.
'Twas like peering through a window,
where she saw their ashen souls.
Life is colorless now,
but her dreams are not.
She'll remember
next time she
shuts her
eyes.

 

[DrPepper]

I like the double reverse, so I'll give it a shot!


Devil's Workday

Warm wind whips cross the ash blanketed land
As the sky above thickens with soot.
Howling moans and groans from afar
Signify how lost you are
In this world of fire.
A skyline ablaze,
Orange with hate,
Is your last
Moment
Passed.
Burning,
Destruction,
Black corruption,
The air full of pain
Bleeding polluted rain,
Dirt under your clawing nails,
The cracking of bones ever frail,
And the scent of your eternal shame,
These are a few of my favorite things.

 

[SlamifiedBuddafied]

Once
I gazed
Melancholy,
Toward the beauty
Of a dying faun.
She lay in suffering
gasping in the summer heat.
Gradually flowing away,
Intangible days knowing nature.
From her yesteryear, mother, being, death.
I sought to ease her passing, ignorance.
Only to watch her glazing eyes, terror.
Our souls locked for a brief moment,
A lifetime of not wanting
Foiled by the hubris
Of mans creation.
Rest now, oh faun.
Continue,
Restless,
Live.

I came across an injured faun once. She lay dying on asphalt, stricken by a vehicle and the malicious summer sun. I did not have the heart to kill her, yet I did not have the heart to ease her passing.

 

[Asinis]

Want

My stronger bitter thoughts of dire burning need
blow this fickle simple mind adrift,
and they will plant a searing seed.
For this craving is a bitch,
and this itch is a curse.
These days are slipping
out from this grasp.
Hate stilled
my final
verse.

 

[Arlathina]

Once
I gazed
Melancholy,
Toward the beauty
Of a dying faun.
She lay in suffering
gasping in the summer heat.
Gradually flowing away,
Intangible days knowing nature.
From her yesteryear, mother, being, death.
I sought to ease her passing, ignorance.
Only to watch her glazing eyes, terror.
Our souls locked for a brief moment,
A lifetime of not wanting
Foiled by the hubris
Of mans creation.
Rest now, oh faun.
Continue,
Restless,
Live.

I came across an injured faun once. She lay dying on asphalt, stricken by a vehicle and the malicious summer sun. I did not have the heart to kill her, yet I did not have the heart to ease her passing.

This was absolutely beautiful. I couldn't help but cry when I read this. The imagery is crisp, allegorical, and extremely poignant. <3 I love this so much. Thank you.

 

[Arlathina]

Because I Knew You
by Isaac James Flores

I saw you in the rising sun, coming
up over the grey, distant mountains.
You picked away the settled fog,
as you streaked across the sky;
the fog you gathered has
found its way to the
chambers of my
heart, because
I knew
you.

 

[noodle]

Hello,
Dear snow,
Dear winter,
How I wish,
That you would go.
Your cold kisses cheeks,
And it does grace our eyes,
But in the bitterest way,
And you are so cold and cruel.
Please, can't you leave us now, alone?
Melt away into the streams of spring,
And allow the summer rains to return.

 

[Doctor Jax]

"Bitter,"
she notes
as she drinks
the draught prepared
the night beforehand
by doctors who believe
in the cause she purported.
This is her life and hers to end,
to escape the disease that threatens
to rob her whole, of body, mind, and soul.
A coldness spreads deep inside of her gut
as her fingers begin to grow numb
and she is afraid but resolute.
"Like a warm bath" someone said,
is what she remembers
of what it is like.
This is it.
Finally.
Curtain.
Lights.

 

[PoetLore]

Gray
Cloudy
Overcast
Hiding the sun
Shadowing the day
Threatening rain or snow
Swirling around in the wind
Droplets gently begin to fall
Steadily faster pounding the ground
Rivulets running down windows like tears
As little ones watch despairingly on
Hopelessly seeing their day go by
No jumping or swinging allowed
Not while rain falls to the ground
Heedless to their sadness
Rain falls steadily
Until the clouds
Grow lighter
Crying
Stops

 

[Kourelan]

No
Quiet
She clicks on
funeral shoes
each step violent
killing recollection
calling forth his casket lid
when I had almost slipped away
memories cracked between heels and stone
let the flooded river seep through my eyes