Short Bewails Poems

Verses 
 
Should I have lived a life
Without upsetting anyone 
I’ll sulk in my grave 

Should I have lived a life
Without the madness of love 
Bewails will rot my coffin 

 Should I have lived a life
Of politeness and good manners 
Howling wind my voice 

Should I have lived a life
Not seen the beauty of a snowdrop
Black soil and blindness...

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The little song-bird is still
Fluttering by the calm hill
Of a wide countryside;
To death the bees have buzzed.

The lingering clouds are yet to yield;
Still protesting in the wild airy field;
Yon young beads of rain left to mourn:
To the grey occident your entreaty moan;

So far the countryside is a proud fen:
She happily woos a bunch of selfish men
Now the majestic sea bewails their calm hill:
That tomb that still spells to men: “Kill!”...

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Beneath the coat of icing, buried wrinkles squeak;
My teeth at misleading mirror - hotly clatter,
While an uprooted tooth on lower jaw – bewails.
I swear, this corroded mirror, I will batter.


Rhyming scheme: ABCB  / 12 syllables in each line 

Oct. 8, 2020 
Rithimus Divisa 9 Poetry Contest 
Contest Sponsor: Gregory R Barden

Original poem: Decay Through Mirror 
Posted on Sept. 26, 2020 for the contest: Writing Challenge – Decay – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France...

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