Take me back to the earth of human birth
So to go forth in knowing my own worth
And let me feel the wind round every bend
While ocean waves kiss the shore in motion
With magical music of the Cosmos musing
Over this world so confusing while moving
Toward eternal flames of heaven leavened
With the souls of saints and sinners alike
And so I make this lasting return to nature
As the perfect portraiture of my character
Churning, burning inside
You lose your way
As light fades to night when you hide
Yourself away
Till day
Bile catches in your throat
And you shiver
Yet you sweat underneath your coat
Undelivered
Sinner
Anxiety plagues you
Hunts you like prey
And there is nothing you can do
Nothing to say
Just pray
Note: The Taylor poem is a form patterned from “Upon a Spider Catching a Fly” by Edward Taylor (1642-1729), who some call the finest colonial poet although his work was not published until 1939.
The Taylor is:
○ stanzaic, written in any number of cinquains
○ metric, iambic, L1 trimeter, L2 and L4 dimeter, L3 tetrameter, L5 monometer
○ rhymed or at least near rhymed a b a b b, c d c d d, e f e f f, etc
Notes float gently by
Sing to make me cry
From my soul to you
So truly lovely
With taste of honey
Notes float gently
Strike intently
Lay me so low
Only you know
Fine notes float
Enter ears
Catch in throat
Soaring
Calling
Notes
Note: A diminished hexaverse is a poem containing stanzas of 5 lines, then 4 lines, then 3 lines, then 2 lines, ending with one word. The syllables in each stanza correspond to the number of lines, i.e. 5 in each line in the first stanza, 4 in the second stanza and so on. This form may contain more than five stanzas.
I would like to thank Yassy, fellow poet and blogger, for introducing me to the hexaverse. Please visit her blog site, and especially read her own hexaverse poem, Springtime.
You don’t remain too much the same in the cleansing rains
Of the showers of April that bless bowers, trees and flowers
Even as you turn your face to heaven to find another place
Far from this world of care, which you can no longer bear
With the tear in your soul only the heavens can ever repair
By administration of holy water upon the altar of your head
In upturned supplication, contrition, and loving disposition
To truly, freely receive these once-and-again April showers
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