Function: Troubadour
Abstract Notion: Love
Fill the heart with lies and deceit, to what all others come to meet. Yet through my soul I feel not what I seek, but what we all miss in defeat. It takes time to understand that what we need is not often what we want. So truth behold, let these crimes be recognized and these vices be understood, for now I only seek what is mine to keep.
Fate is the game that we all wish to play, but how do we attend to such foolish ways? Some may go with what floats at bay, with no fear in what others may have to say.
They follow their hearts, their deepest desires, and watch it all set fire.
Is it love or is it lust, for he or she have already fallen for that stuff.
We lurk in the shadows of our hearts to find the feeling of that in fairy tales.
We let our ships set sail and wait for what compels.
We search high and low for what we think we know and what our mind consoles.
But is it real? Is it ours? Is this how it’s supposed to feel?
Even though I may fail, I still have miles to trail and stories to tell.
If I were to use a different function to write this text, it may also be in the form of a poem depending on the function. However, the text may seem less adventurous, may be even imaginative. For instance, a scriptor has assigned writings and thus loses some liberty in expressiveness.
The troubadour would perhaps go for a ballad with trusty, well-worn rhymes (as you do in the first part of your text, actually). The free-form last part of your text is less troubadour-like, and also veers off a bit from the concept of love to saying more about the function of writing!
ReplyDeleteOh... should I rewrite it?
ReplyDeleteIf you'd like to rewrite the whole thing as a more fixed-form ballad, I'd certainly re-read it and comment again... - but it's up to you.
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