Moods

Structure I



Structure II



Structure III



Structure IV

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Figure III

The Canticle is an epic poem that I began writing in 1997. It surely will never completely end. Here, I share what I have written thus far for the first time. CLICK THE TEXT BELOW TO SEE THE PIECE IN ITS ENTIRETY. Enjoy

The Canticle
by Jason J. Loya


Underneath the pink umbrella
lies an unsuspecting criminal.
Is it even appropriate to
offer any sentiment?
Alone -- a loss
a brief confusion
Alone -- beyond
without a motion
He sits there slyly smiling,
deeply craving loneliness
but all's not well because if it were
the falling sky would breathe in tune...

Corrosive morose understanding
Isn’t the same
If it isn’t amazing,
Fluid and out of control

Out of the hole
Out of the hole

Flying so violently
Then there’s a lull
But it’s hardly
A good-hearted storm outside
Blinding the
Good-hearted troll

Fond, disengaged understanding
Couldn’t be more of a lie
As long as it promises prominence,
Comfort, and plenty of time.

©copyright 2006 jason j. loya