Echo

Playing with blank verse.

The sighs of Perhaps resonate through the

corners of my mind. It spreads the sunset

of hope through the long-cancerous despair.

But if this Perhaps should prove a lie,

a traitorous Delilah to my dreams

Perhaps my weeping will wear to ashes

the sight from my eyes and love from my soul.

Author's Note

I'm playing with some blank verse here, a little more structured than I usually go. But I'm taking a couple classes on Milton and 17th century drama, so I got inspired.

Reviews

[J.L Hunter]

It's good. Sticks with the style of the time. However, what I really liked about it was the imagery that flowed through. The continued use of the word 'Perhaps' gave it a surrealistic beat. I know that's kind of weird, but that's what makes poetry good right?