Poem: I lik the form

birdrhetorics:

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My naym is pome / and lo my form is fix’d
Tho peepel say / that structure is a jail
I am my best / when formats are not mix’d
Wen poits play / subversions often fail

Stik out their toung / to rebel with no cause
At ruls and norms / In ignorance they call:
My words are free / Defying lit’rate laws
To lik the forms / brings ruin on us all

A sonnet I / the noblest lit’rate verse
And ruls me bind / to paths that Shakespeare paved
Iambic fot / allusions well dispersed
On my behind / I stately sit and wave

You think me tame /
Fenced-in and penned / bespelled
I bide my time /
I twist the end / like hell

* “lik” should be read as “lick”, not “like”. In general, the initial section on each line should be read sort of phonetically.

Written for World Poetry Day, March 21, 2018. When I had this idea earlier today, I thought it was the worst, most faux hip pretentious idea for a shallow demonstration of empty wordsmithing skill in poetry ever. So I had to try to write it. I mean, how often do you get to fuse the iambic dimeter of bredlik – one of the newest and most exciting verse forms – with the stately iambic pentameter of the classic sonnet?

@annleckie

writernotwaiting:

Day 2 of National Poetry Month–”Janus-Faced” by me.

I’ll post a new poem every day to celebrate, let me know if you want on the tag list.

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pedeka:

writernotwaiting:

pedeka:

writernotwaiting:

“Through a glass”–a poem by me.

Let me know what you think or what it made you think of. Tags below (let me know if you want off or on the list).

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I love it, dear. I don’t have words right now. I seem to be going through a visual/tactile phase. I have colors and smells and the way light moves. And Kore always smile.

She is beautiful!

The original polychrome is something else too

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lunariagold:

writernotwaiting:

lunariagold:

writernotwaiting:

this one is for @lunariagold – can you see the puffin?

“Rock Hopping”

It’s PERFECT oh my goodness! It also sincerely captures so much of how I’ve been feeling and going through the past couple of years; I am amazed… You really have a special gift xoxoxo

Hurray!!!!!! I love your work so much, I really wanted to give you something worthy of you.

I’m actually stuck because I keep wanting to break apart how everything is so great but yeah… everything is so I’d just recopy the whole thing and speak glossolalia 😛

But seriously, the rocks and the way the words themselves are skipping about towards the edge, it makes me physically hold my breath before the jump. I feel that trepidation and skip in my chest. And the fact that you used the notion of the puffin taking its first blind dive I’m just… it’s perfect.

writernotwaiting:

golikethatcat:

Inktober Loki No.3, official word prompt: poison.

Make sure you keep your eyes open –
catch
the quick
burst
of
smolder,
and the slow curl of lazy rings.

The smoke purges
even as it poisons –
the little death –
It’s what you wanted.
It’s what you know.

[lines from my poem “Breathe Deep”–thank you @golikethatcat for sharing your beautiful works with us.]

of course i wanted you.
you forest made flesh,
your heart one dark bruise
and kinder than anything
that’s been done to you.
you god. you promised land.
heart the size of paradise
and golden honey.
of course i’m afraid.
there is nothing i have held
without it coming away in blood.
i have a mind like a mousetrap,
savage like whole cities burning.
you tender bird, violet sprig.
your mouth is so soft
my kiss will hurt.
of course i dreamt you.
you impossible boy, you miracle,
look at how the sun is jealous.
it knows: when you want
something badly enough,
you must create it.

the second secret // n. w. (via skulls-and-tea)