Forever Kind of Love

A great new prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie introducing a form called Monotetra, which has four lines of 8 syllables each that need to rhyme. Also, the fourth line is actually 4 syllables, repeated.For inspiration, I chose man’s most beautiful monument to love, the Taj Mahal.


In the queen’s name, this splendour raised,
By an Emperor’s grief so crazed,
Such love never this earth had graced,
Forever praised! Forever praised!

Sometimes, on a warm full moon night,
The marble caressed by the light,
You see her wait, veiled in white,
For one last sight! For one last sight!

Hennaed feet on the milk white floor,
Knocking on a bejewelled door,
Her lips and eyes and tears implore,
Open once more! Open once more!

Then the wind from the river blows
Like mother-of-pearl, the Taj glows,
Every heart fills and overflows,
Time weeps and slows! Time weeps and slows!

28/6/15: Linked to Poets United.
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57 thoughts on “Forever Kind of Love

  1. Love, joy, grief, yearning — wow — this is magnificent. I was so moved by your poem — really, you ran with this — the form contributed to the meaning beautifully. This is EXCELLENT writing.

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    1. Thank you very much Jen. Nothing prepares you for the first sight of the Taj, no matter how many pictures you’ve seen…and that feeling stays with you forever. Am so glad you liked this monotetra…had a real blast working on it.

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  2. I would love to visit the Taj Mahal someday. I heard a lot of stories about it – the declaration of love and why it was built. So I wanted to see it with my very own eyes.

    The hennaed feet is one of the images I was really expecting as I always associate it with Indian weddings. Glad to see it in the poem.

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    1. Thank you Totomai.. it definitely IS worth a visit along with the Glass Palace (Sheesh Mahal) inside the fort in Agra. You’re right, with hennaed hands and feet and loads of gold jewellery, the brides are quite beautifully decked up as well!

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  3. I always love encountering a new (to me) form. And I love the increasing romanticism of this piece, as you imagine her lingering….

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  4. Then the wind from the river blows
    Like mother-of-pearl, the Taj glows,

    There is no doubt that the Taj Mahal is an eternal symbol of love..!
    Beautifully executed 😀

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  5. Interesting style – not my favourite, though you injected a different mood into each stanza, and the poem was so tight and rhythmic. The first tanza a classic style, like the beginning of an epic, the second moody, mysterious, tactile. The third stanza, so exotic, and sensual, with lovely imagery, and the fourth grandiose, cinematographic, like the ending of a film or book. See – you turn even a poetry form that makes me grumble into something special.

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    1. Thanks Hamish… forms that have too much rhyme and repetition are scary because they seem a hair’s breadth away from turning into nursery rhymes.. so am delighted when they work!! 🙂

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  6. I enjoyed your poem. I liked especially the repeating lines at the end of the three stanzas. The photo and the poem work together so well. The Taj Mahal would be inspiring to see in person.

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  7. There is something so tangible in the image of the hennaed feet on the milk white floor. A lov for the stories eh?

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  8. Wow. Not only do you bring the Taj Mahal to life, but you do it beautifully. I admire your use of form. I’m a coward, and stay away from such challenges. But you have conquered!

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    1. Thank you Sherry.. had trouble leaving a comment yesterday on your poem using my wordpress ID. (such wise words and that wonderful howling wild woman)

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  9. Your poem had a nice flow and the form was new to me. I might need to try this soon. Time weeps and slows..this brought the emotion of the poem to a new level, feeling the grief.

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