Epic

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Anything that deals with the conventions of the epic: gnomic verse (witty phrases like proverbs), caesura (natural pauses for breath), digressions, etc.  Traditionally they deal with a central martial hero but in the 21th century the tradition continues to grow and the epic may be loosely based with the tradition.  Beowulf, Paradise Lost, etc.  Come at them with something to express in an epic way that brings something new to the form.
tsac
  Dec 21, 2011
tsac · Nov 5, 2011

1...quick palpitations.
silhouetted by the light.
he stands on the stage.
2. . . . . .a scene in . a movie. ..
                 life . passes. by..
         like…..this .
3...words flow on.the.page.
tumultuous. lines of print.
speak to the cosmos…:::…:::…:::…:::
4...Yellow  rays of sun
spill over the field below . .
I feed the chickens
5...the. chill of autumn.
comes on in the summer.time
       …Augustus Caesar…
6...the warmth of the sun .
shatters the cold winter.wind. .
as I trudge . home.ward. .
7...as the winter nights
extend…my mind wanders through.
you and the moonlight . .
8...her tender . soft skin .
caressed by her long . black hair .
now haunts my bedroom.
9...the comfort of rest
bed. soft. warm. spot. on which . to
lay my head. . with her
10. . . . . .bedfellow.
                    come .
               back to bed.
11. . . . . .on the precipice of sleep:
      riprap up the mountain steep::
ere I go to the dark deep:::
12. . . . .and travel mental.miles—
                with miles and miles of
miles yet to soar . . .
13. . . . . .everything is
       nothing and nothing
    is everything.
14...I am like a rock..
wind graces face I stand still.
under a bright sun.
15...for ten thousand years .
soul. entrapped by samsara .
freed now by dharma…
16. . . . . .now that we know time.
        eternity can be found &
satori can be reached..
17...tick . tock . tick tock . tick .
what did you do on this day.
as time slipped away.
18. . . . . .do things happen for .
                                   a. reason.
         or just. entropy..
19...the greatest haiku.
has never been written down.
it’s been forgotten.
20. . . . . . .sound of silence.
            not so. silent.
  listen. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
21. . . . . .epiphanies! e!
  —piphanies! the visions seen!
sweet!—serene!—pristine!—epiphanine!
22...Love..are you awake .
she asks me. I turn to her .
answer. . .kiss her nose.
23. . . . . .I was afraid I. .
               would wake up . .
                                                             ­                                             . alone .
24...on the mountains far
away. snow blankets the ground..
here a green carpet.
25...upon the high mt.
water.begins.to.thaw.out.
green dots the hillside…
26...crack in the side.walk.
vacant. soon to be taken.
the occupant grass.
27. . . . . .falling down
                                the .leaf
           .ground. ..
28. . . . . .I think of thee tree
                in all of your glory.
                          all life is .holy.
29...hum of the traffic.
soporific and distant.
birds sing from the porch.
30...May..wither away.
you remind me of my Love.
each tiny blossom..
31. . . . . .thinking of your
        smile . blue eyes . laugh .
         . wish you were here .
32. . . . . .in.May.. Love
           withers  .away
      gone . . .is . . .Love
33. . . . . .golden like the rays
      of the sun . blue like the
    sea . lake . or ocean .
34...cerulean water .
rising and falling on shore .
carries shells and glass.
35...cyan. like a crayon .
swimming in the clear water .
dancing in the bowl.
36...as sunlit library .
warms the cockles of my soul
so to books pages .
37...caught in the sunlight .
as if their frozen in time ..
particles of d.us.t ..
38. . . . . .content to just be.
under the celestial . stars .
                   .a.tiny.speck.
39. . . . . .bowling pins in the air .
      Zeus just picked up a.spare.
  sky lights up like a flare.
30...under starless skies.
from the calm river Lethe .
I kneel . and I drink ..
31...searching my pockets .
in the one with.the.small. hole.
lays Charon’s token..

A haiku cycle; a thematic work of haiku that can be read and appreciated separately as well as part of the larger work.
11/5/11
mora = "(latin) The minimal unit of metrical time in quantitative verse, equal to the short syllable" http://www.ahapoetry.com/wildonji.htm
 
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