Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Damnation Still Unrhymed

With verse in debt to time enslaved,
  its prophecy of doom

Whose curse to sling like darts and arrows,
  destined for the tomb

All words in red, as blood they drip,
  from wounded hearts and minds

My breath to scorch with fire and salt,
 —damnation still unrhymed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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Dale Gregory Cozart May 21, 2017 at 11:03 AM you mention "tomb". in that same vein, "vault" would rhyme. Just sayin'. good poem, though.

Jan Allison May 21, 2017 at 11:00 AM Made me smile Kurt I find writing in rhyme comes naturally to me and struggle NOT to use this form:-) hugs Jan xx7