{"id":12302,"date":"2015-06-14T00:30:17","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T04:30:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=12302"},"modified":"2015-06-14T19:40:19","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T23:40:19","slug":"hour-sixteen-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/hour-sixteen-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Sixteen"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Write a sestina! A sestina is a poem with six stanzas of six lines and a final triplet, all stanzas having the same six words at the line-ends in six different sequences that follow a fixed pattern, and with all six words appearing in the closing three-line envoi.
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I came in the back of the line, always Last;<\/p>\n

They thought they were going the right way, only I came Home.<\/p>\n

I will see them again before long, in our final Grave–<\/p>\n

We will shake hands and take our kiss from Death.<\/p>\n

Because after all, we did what we meant to in Life,<\/p>\n

We came in through nothingness and again were Born.<\/p>\n

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In us every galaxy of the cosmos was Born,<\/p>\n

the light from those pulsars will always Last,<\/p>\n

even after our eyes rot away in Death.<\/p>\n

it\u2019s not that bad at all, the shelter of a Grave,<\/p>\n

Always searching for a place to rest, and finally finding Home.<\/p>\n

A struggle no longer at the end of Life.<\/p>\n

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Wickedness absolved and sins sanctified through Life.<\/p>\n

when angels and demons crept onto our shoulders to be Born.<\/p>\n

as if the light from heaven would peak through the clouds at Last,<\/p>\n

we eagerly await the gentle grace of transient Death.<\/p>\n

Jesus holds my hand walking me to the Grave;<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll follow no one, because only I know my way to my Home.<\/p>\n

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In between my eyes, deep in my mind, that is where I find Home.<\/p>\n

Pity be all those lost and searching never finding True Life,<\/p>\n

Samsara will wrap them back around, another chance to be Born.<\/p>\n

And from that first, hopefully timeless breath to last<\/p>\n

A thousand lives met in a single moment at Death.<\/p>\n

Laying beside every manifestation of Life, a universal Grave;<\/p>\n

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We\u2019ll climb our way, as spirits, from the Grave.<\/p>\n

ascend a ladder of lightning to find Home,<\/p>\n

and when our fate is gone, we\u2019ll finally be at peace at Last,<\/p>\n

but the relief will be fleeting, because it is our nature to be Born,<\/p>\n

to suffer through Life,<\/p>\n

and savor the release of Death.<\/p>\n

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Do you long for the kiss of Death?<\/p>\n

To dive into your forgotten Grave,<\/p>\n

So you may finally know the warmth of Home,<\/p>\n

Be rid of your aching Life.<\/p>\n

and maybe take on a new form once you\u2019ve been Born.<\/p>\n

Can you remember the life you lived Last?<\/p>\n

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Or is this the Last time you will welcome Death?<\/p>\n

Find your Spirit-Home beyond your Grave,<\/p>\n

and if you never take Life for granted, you will be Born.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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