Poem #18 (March 20, 2024)

Cocoon

flays the black cocoon

white skin strides within the room

visage of black moon

wondered purpose for t'was naught

starts the foreboding red doom

mirror, signs of rot

tasted tears, it wails

for it knows, a mere clone goes

tasted fears, it flails

for it knows, its thoughts shall go

for it knows, the lies will fly

tasted years, it bails

flays the white cocoon

white skin smiles within the room

visage of white moon

yearning hope till it was sought

ends the foreboding red doom

mirror, give it another shot

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Notes

I gave ballad another shot but I was tempted to add tanka style(5-7-5-7-7-5) + rhyme schemes. Because I gave in to the temptation, now I failed to give it some musical property once again. Oh well.

For the first line it was a systematic rhyme scheme (ABACBC) but I gave up on the 2nd line and just went full on freestyle rhyme scheme. I had to make it freestyle as I was truly having a hard time expressing my flow. This poem was a journey. My flow fluctuated. At first I wanted a bad ending because that was my emotions when I was making this. Ironically, while listening to the playlist "dark academia, studying and reading instrumentals" I suddenly wanted to give this poem a hopeful ending. There was a little bit of realization that making a poem for me is therapeutic and how I end the poem will mirror how I feel throughout the following hours of the day. Sometimes, this phenomena doesn't happen as I feel excited and proud if I end a poem in a dark tone ending. I guess, it depends with the flow of the poem. Heh.