The prompt at dVerse Poets Pub yesterday (and still there today) is to write a poem about our thoughts on the failure of language to capture our thoughts and feelings. I immediately thought about the challenge of writing a poem to a specific form, though the poem I penned isn’t to any set form but the one that came to me as I wrote.
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Words from Above
Writing poetry to form
Struggling to make words conform
To meter and rhyme
A set scheme of repeating lines
Yet still sound sublime
It’s a challenge I love
Splendid words come from above
When self I dethrone
And don’t rely on my own
Desiring God be known
Still language falls short
His grandeur words distort
The best I can do
Is share what I know to be true
To touch a heart or two