This is my first shot at writing a Ballade. I find it a poetic gymnastic event. Many twists and turns in hope the judges don't sense your fear.
Love’s Wave and Breaking Crest And though the lover’s now shared empty cells o’erflowing with the enmity of loss endured the curse of self inflicted hells beneath the towered specter of the cross the remnants of a love – now prayerful dross crumbling – dry flowers clutched to chest unwilling to admit denials cost beneath fate’s wave and breaking crest. A darkness of the heart devoid of light numbing to the core all pulsing hope adrift in string-less voyage – hateful flight as fearful fingers ever slowly grope the promise of the knotted, swinging rope to which the aching heart has acquiesced in effort to relieve love’s need to cope beneath fate’s wave and breaking crest. As through love’s hand slid harsh Manilla grip tears dried upon a sallow, sunken cheek awakening cold heart from endless trip silencing the quest for dying’s shriek recoiling from a final act so bleak as to despoil a love that felt so blessed strip it of love’s whimsical mystique beneath fate’s wave and breaking crest. Thus does the heart renew its rhythmic pace return full beating flow to aching chest release itself from memory’s sad embrace beneath love’s wave and breaking crest. //rhyme scheme not carried throughout// //each stanza has own rhyme// 4/28/2015
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