Murder

1

A memory, a myth

A mystery mistook

For momentary madness.

 

 

2

Behind closed doors and

Blind walls

Bizarre undertakings are

Boasted among friends.

 

 

3

The hunt for the truth is rare

But in the end always rewarded

Or so we’d

Like to believe.  Relief

Is seldom, rarely

The end result

Of a quest conquered and upright.

 

 

4

Disturbed and perturbed

Is the root truth

But in time, mine

Will be released.

 

Reviews

[Tomás Ó C..]

Excellent essay nd effort. Enough!!!

[Abby G.]

Hmmm . . . I'm loving the alliteration. A new challenge: write a poem using assonence (sp.?). Basically, it's the same thing except you use vowels.

[Mavis]

They almost seem unrelated on the first read, but it really has a nice flow of thought. I find it interesting how you took little diities like that and tied them in to eachother, I'll have to try it sometime. Again, nice work.

[E. J. Gette]

wonderful flow on this poem. It's very mysterious, I don't know what kind of feeling it gives me

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haha, i like this ^.^
it's fun to read and rolls off the tounge
and i get the feeling of a mis-trial, or a un-solved murder

[Coltron]

There's some nice internal rhyme, assonance, and consonance within this in addition to the alliteration. Stuff like "mystery mistook" and "root truth" sounds just great. I'd like to hear you read this to the class for that.

"Relief / Is seldom, rarely / The end result / Of a quest conquered and upright."
That's kinda neat. I figured it's touching on how, unfortunately, the admirable success in finding a killer doesn't always exactly bring great feelings, as someone is still quite dead.