NaPo Days VIII and IX

Neither of these have strict form other than loose meter and alternating rhyme.

Oh Mountain

Oh mountain, sought and sundered,
Peaceful river, flow
Take heed the coming thunder
And let my spirit go.
I’ve nothing not surrendered
To the tide or river rage.
My heart to hope is rendered
As a heartache’s unpaid wage.

Grace Ignored

Sweetest act of grace
Borrowed from a rival
Standing in your place
Upholding your survival.

Have you no remorse
Ye of little favor?
Your present wayward course
And uncontrolled behavior

Make you foolish spoils
And undermine my love.
When will you cease your toils?
When will I be enough?

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