For those of you who remember, last year I finally succeeded in writing a pantoum, that most annoyingly beautiful type of poetry that seems so difficult to construct but is so worth it.
Lately (like so many on here) I've been suffering a nasty bout of writer's block about everything but writing down what's happening in Spain, which seems to be boring the majority of people lately since they refuse to stop by and read or comment. (Those who do - you rock!) But today I was able to get over it a little bit, and this pantoum was the result. Let me know what you think.
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Rich darkness, thick black nothingness,
full of portent, fattened with fears.
Words lose meaning in this bleakness,
a cold wind blows, haunting the years.
Full of portent, fattened with fears,
my heart beats wildly, loudly, fast.
A cold wind blows, haunting the years,
bringing me to confront my past.
My heart beats wildly, loudly, fast,
my breath is short; these memories rise,
bringing me to confront my past -
leaving façades, destroying lies.
My breath is short. These memories rise
to make me face my dark demons,
leaving façades, destroying lies -
this revelation quickens, stuns.
To make me face my dark demons,
words lose meaning in this bleakness.
This revelation quickens, stuns,
rich darkness, thick black nothingness.