Arrayed

[tectak]

Like Milton, the truth of all time I might aspire to pen,
that the Muse might let it flow from some place here within,
but looking outward I find it’s always the easiest to see,transpose "but" this line with "yet" next line to correct conditionalty
yet when I turn within it’s dark, I find no truth in me.
Error, like a lustful bitch her brood quickly whelp,got to consider the structure of this line with or wthout punctuation. Anthropomorphising of"error" does not help the architecture. Is "error" the bitch or the brood?
and so battle as I might, I can’t o’er come myself.
Through a glass darkly am I condemned to view,I never quite understood the meaning of through a glass darkly even before it became a cliché
dull gray shades only, never the multi-colored hues.
How long must my vision be cursed with these cataracts,[/b]from here to finality...just brilliant. Grammatical peculiarities forgiven but held in reserve!
seeking Truth yet finding only, mundane worthless facts?
I grope with benumb hands, through these cruel razored tomes,
what crime did I commit that in this way I must atone?
When all my blood has seeped away, into this hateful book,
will that have bought me one chance at unvarnished truth to look?
Or will I die unknowing, only to come back once again,
I pray not as a poet, but as an ordinary man.


©2012 ~Erthona

16 lines of accentual heptameter with rhyming couplets

If I had written this I would say I think I wrote this and had forgotten I had done so. It is quite salutary....oh the arrogance of the reflecting critic. Who cares. Excellent stuff.
Best,
Tectak