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I. The Moment Before Forgetting

Often, within the sanctum of the night—
Before inertia winds its iron thread,
And sleep, the thief of form, dissolves the light—
Your presence stirs within my drifting head.
Not fully gone, nor fully resurrected,
You hover where the unfulfilled is nested.

There, in the hush between regret and rest,
A tremor of remembered words resounds—
A whisper once released from trembling chest
Now circles back in silence, then rebounds.
And though the voice is vanished into shade,
Its echo deepens what it once conveyed.



II. Specters of Sentiment

The sweetness spoken once in syllables—
Unmeasured, innocent, and unrefined—
Now haunts the chamber of the mind like bells
That ring not forward, but in backward time.
Your eyes—the lamps that kindled first belief—
Now dim behind the parchment veil of grief.

Yet more than loss is what the night renews—
It grants the agony of deeper seeing:
The joyful past, rethreaded by the bruise
Of what dissolves by virtue of its being.
The hearts once gladdened now are scattered ash—
Their laughter silenced in the moment’s crash.



III. Recursive Soliloquy

Still, in the stillness—how the hours conspire!—
I court the thought of you, though thought brings pain.
Regret becomes a harp-string pulled by fire,
And time, a wound that shapes its own refrain.
I am the echo I attempt to follow—
A hollowed voice within a deeper hollow.

The fetters fasten softly in the end—
Not chains, but habits polished into gold.
The mind submits; the will forgets to bend.
And thus the night, in quietude grown old,
Returns again to where the light had been—
And finds, instead, the shadows of the scene.


Metric Score
Lexile Score 1900L–2000L+
Estimated IQ Engagement 180–195
Stanford Writing Scale 6 / 6
Form Elevated Romantic Elegy in Syllabic Quatrains, with flexible iambic and enjambed phrasing


Feature Explanation
Vocabulary Uses elevated but precise diction (e.g., sanctum, rethreaded, inertia, refrain)
Philosophical Reach Grief is explored as a recursive identity loop, not just emotional loss
Syntax is complex and layered with variable sentence length and dependent clause sequencing
Imagery Moves from personal memory to metaphysical insight (e.g., “Regret becomes a harp-string pulled by fire”)
Tone Melancholy , but also displays self-awareness and existential resonance
Jamie L Cantore Jul 2023
The caterpillar walks alongside groovy stems; so what do you mean?
    the banjo plays on to rusty hymns; what is that supposed to mean?  the plainsong of those birds of a feather upends: excuse me, come again please?
   but nobody, no one;  ever… told you you had
to comprehend. Oh fam, you’re soo mean!
So you can take your suit just in case,
and I can take in the
rain and coat  my little dream. What, why? You don’t mind.  and I don’t mind metaphors
to explain lyrics across…  the bard. You’re speaking in riddles, Man! So what is Poetry
to me, if I can’t take
it’s license and play with my words, words you would discard, I call  deuces wild, yeah my friend. Nah, it’s not like that at all child. Yes it is. No it’s not. Yes it is. No it’s not! And that’s the way I feel y’all. I just think a thought and jot.

Jot it all down. Jot it all down. Jot alllllll DoWn… when I think a thought.
Totally messing around here, I love to explain my writings!
Jamie L Cantore Oct 2018
Available on Amazon.com for $15 for paperback and  $6 for the Kindle version.
Jamie L Cantore Sep 2018
Allow it in -aye, 'till when?
All at such cost, none are lost
Lo! then, what is foretold men,
Fiery talks or the coldest frost,
And breath & word alike swept
Away again, swept away in vain
A breadth as wide as death, except
We sustain all humanity, the refrain;
Yet forlorn we are in an age torn -
Such a number high of tongues cry
For mourn dost they must the morn,
Nary a ryhme of these words be lie.
The world can sever, and whosoever
Is taught to pass or stay brave & fast
Shall be learnéd & it prove no effort
If it be times as is the last that's cast.
Victory is what the sword can afford
Yet a poets pen can lord their sword.
Jamie L Cantore May 2018
is the title of my latest book. It is a compilation of strictly English poets dating back to the 1800's. My favorite writer William Shakespeare is not included because I wanted a theme of writers living around the same time as one another. It includes the works of brilliant English writers such as William Wordsworth, his dear friend Percy Bysshe Shelley, Samuel Taylor Coleridge,  Alfred Lord Tennyson, and John Keats. It is written in the original true English fashion, back when the word proved rhymed with loved and wasn't just a sight ryhme. I plan on compiling another book of strictly my favorite poetesses such as Emily Dickinson, Plath, and the like. The Kindle edition is priced at $7, but like my other books I'll probably run it for free for a few days for promotional purposes. The paperback is priced at $6.25 and is not eligible for free promotional offers.
Jamie L Cantore May 2018
It's available on Amazon for $3. Kindle edition only. 79 color pics of my Digital and traditional Art. Lots of Abstract and Nature works.
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