For OctPoWriMo Day 5 the Prompt is based around the word denied. According to Merriam-Webster, “denied” has several meanings: 1. Declared untrue; 2. Refused to admit or acknowledge; 3. Gave a negative answer to, refused to grant, restrained from gratification of desires; 4. Refused to accept the existence, truth, or validity of.
Also combining with Sarah from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie‘s Saturday Mix Prompt, using two sets of homophones: jewel– precious stone and joule– unit of measure, with grill– to sear or cook, and grille– an iron gate or door.
Denied the cobbled roads that lead, to where?
To lands I’ll never lay my eyes upon.
To hills I’ll never have the heart to climb.
Denied because I’m ripped apart inside
Tendrils and dust, ashes and rust;
What’s broken can it be fixed?
Laid across the grilles, tired of being grilled;
But each little chip, each fault line,
Means what once was ideal, will never be again.
Will never be perfect and new.
A jewel cracked, a diamond smashed;
No joules enough to fix the fractures.
Perhaps it’s age, or mere survival?
Taking a step back, finding space to breath.
It’s just that somethings shatter forever;
I haven’t figured out how to reconfigure diamond dust.
Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s music challenge. This one brought back memories of teenage angst and pain. It was one of my favourite bands and songs in high school. The band for this week’s prompt is Evanescence and their song: “MyImmortal.”
Evanescence – “My Immortal”
Childess fear, devoice, perfectly placed; your words.
Compelling words, you’re afraid, have no voice.
Love, not a choice, it hurts; guess it’s for the birds.
Faltering, smothered; clear you sing no choice.
Suffer, no relief uncovered.
Linger, anotherwound betrayed so.
Resonating light, preserved false love.
Scoundrel, thieving; she is wasting.
Wipe bruising tears, yours deceiving.
Crocodile pours saltwater, stings.
Petals droop, swims face down, soul forming.
Nothing left, sinner stole her soul’s wings.
Captivating man, just leave her within.
Solid glass splits; why is life frustrating?
Fractured from ripping, your words scream flitting.
Untrustworthy, you’ve stole all her being.
Give her up, let her go; life moves forward.
She sheltered, faltered not; tears and regrets,
She rebuilds, sets constructing her torn heart.
Disappeared; tells herself you two never met.
The LaJemme is a 5 stanza form created by poets Laura Lamarca and Jem Farmer.
Meter: consistently iambic Stanza 1, 10 syllables per line, Rhyme scheme abab, 4th syllable of each line is to rhyme with the end rhyme of the preceding line. Stanza 2, syllable count: 8/8/8/6, Rhyme scheme cdef, with cross rhymes in each couplet on 4th syllable Stanza 3, syllable count 8/8/8/6, Rhyme scheme gfdf, 4th syllable of each line follows the same rule as stanza 1. Stanza 4, 10 syllables per line, Rhyme scheme hihi, 4th syllable of each line is to rhyme with the end rhyme of the preceding line. Stanza 5, 10 syllables per line, Rhyme scheme abab, 4th syllable of each line is to rhyme with the end rhyme of the preceding line.