ses·ti·na (n) a poem of six six-line stanzas and a three-line envoy, originally without rhyme, in which each stanza repeats the end words of the lines of the first stanza, but in different order, the envoy using the six words again, three in the middle of the lines and three at the end.



A Bold Attempt at Sestina

Technology has failed journey.
Restless limbs in contempt
succumbing to a preview of closeness,
she gains ground by way of a chord.
This lack of understanding
must be crazy to leave.

Knowing the date, stalling the time to leave
the plan is rush the sidelong journey.
Grapple with a minutiae understanding,
head, heart together in contempt
knowing the best part of her cannot travail the chord.
Knowing it only comes in closeness.

Enjoyment comes in a secluded closeness
when she stays, the objective is to leave
in a forward way and to embrace a tiny chord.
In a clear moment, she realizes the dual journey.
The sentiment lessens to blunt contempt.
There is a chasm between understanding

and the act of her understanding.
Love is now used in an exclusive closeness.
She does not offer a hand of contempt,
shame, or malevolence. They boast and leave.
Although words may emblazon the journey,
her fingers answer to a swollen chord.

How can I screen the chord?
Opening lids, full-wide to understanding
the ideal of an intellectual journey
is the ending, resulting in mere closeness.
There will be a time she wont decide to leave.
She senses a lack of contempt.

The annual feeling resembles flight. Contempt
to stay, cutting the love chord,
going to leave,
recognizing the false understanding,
once more to shun closeness
and avoid a black journey.

Blaming the brain and spinal chord, she rejects understanding
for a postponement in contempt of physical closeness
to leave the aftermath of a completed journey.