Ink [ballad] Poem by James Sinclair

Ink [ballad]

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What can a pen at best be-trove
To paper stains that Ink has spread,
Though words we use to speak the truth
Ink dark thoughts inscribed in our head

Delicate paper soft and thin
Infected with thoughts from ink so plain
Purity struck from deepest love
Fierce emotion in blackened stain

I use this ink for you to know
The dreams and fears of deaths close kin
From ashen waters to battle fields
My time has come to bless my sin

For here I lay in blood soaked snow
Alone I write in with trembling hands
Left to die beneath this ink sky
My mind sees dreams of distant lands

So this is my story of dreadful woe
This is the tale that ink shall know
This is the life the words shall show
That in war I died in pitch black snow.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The fifth poem is a ballad that slightly differs from the formal direction of a classic ballad, and makes use of an interesting and informal structural format. The story behind the ballad is a soldier dying in the snow and writing a letter or poem expressing how he feels. I have used 'ink' as a metaphor to indicate the darkness of human nature and my personal view that every human being has a subconscious desire for destruction and conflict. The last stanza has an irregular end rhyme on each line, which resembles that of a tongue twister. I use this to create a sense of difficulty in reading the piece; this lack of lubricity in the pronunciation of the final stanza creates an appropriate atmosphere for the connotations of my anthology.
... Again homework analysis i had to do of my poem.: p
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sd Tiwari 10 May 2013

Beautiful poem, contained in, heart felt story of dying soldier.

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