/Title: Ode to Robin

[sungoo]

. My dear robin, shall you sing me that song,
. . so epic, it rivals the times of rome,
. I would do no justice to sing along
. . but I would write to you, my finest poem.
. charioted by the muse that sings before me.
. . and though, such sound claims are easy to make
. . . When the knaves of today forge a false vow
. . . . to the beauty they see.
. like a gift given to eve from their snake
. . as the instant pleasure that lust brings now.

. but when sincere oaths turn inside mens hearts
. . soon after their sin seared prize has been won,
. the poisons settle where purity departs
. . twisted, changed, broken, forgotten, undone.
. O dearest robin, I do understand
. . flesh before our lips, hold no strength to steel
. . . nor the air that stirs with words has such force.
. . . . but it shall mark a brand
. Onto flesh or soul that may never heal
. . cancerous flow in the body, shall course.

. But my dear robin, I do promise you
. . with all that is holy, that which I say
. to you and to you alone shall be true.
. . So Sing! sing! for me that song, sing away.
. where to think upon it, the roots grow weak
. . and the very structure of my soul shakes.
. . . Please! look into these eyes and hear this voice
. . . . for some truth I shall speak
. when such beauty is silenced, my heart aches.
. . and so my dear robin, what is your choice?

- me, today.

[sungoo]

bleh, finished unfinished.
I cut it two stanzas short.
got sick of rhyming.
Not gonna write another poem with structure or rhyme for a long time.
anyways, supposed to be a play on Keats' ode verse form. Not sure the technical term.


Either way, any criticism would be appreciated.