A poem I spontaneously wrote one night while I was cycling home. No idea how I managed to do it on the little sleep that I had had the nights before. For the poem enthusiasts out there: I experimented with using a iambic parameter of 4, rhyme schemes (it mostly follows the structure of a Shakespearian sonnet), and literary devices like alliteration, anaphorae, assonance, symbolism, personification. The less is said about its meaning, themes, and ways in which I applied these literary devices, the better. I leave that up to you.
The light, it shines so pale, so white from star to stone, through flesh, through bone No sleep, no rest, no tears, no fright A poem, I thought, two birds one stone The light, it shines so bright tonight A king on high, all strong, no throne brings death, despair, the void to hide A bird, it sings, confused, alone The light, it shines with power, with might It leaves no thoughts, no dreams, just drones It bleeds and flows out of my sight Too bright this world of stress and phones A mind of hope bereft, not right that stars are gone and all is white
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The poem ‘Amelisweerd’ is also available in Dutch.
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