As much as I laud those who attack National Novel Writing Month with great zeal, I am a poet not a novelist. So in my own parallel to NaNoWriMo, I’ve decided to once again work my way through each of the poetic forms identified in my old standby resource, Lewis Turco’s Book of Forms: Revised Edition starting with the acrostic and ending with the virelai – hitting all the Irish, Welsh and other forms and meters along the way. I’ve done this in the past – I’ll try to post a poem a day, which may take us through the new year.
- For the Goddess: an anacreonticI put my faith in the divine, when its word turns to flesh like thine: with each curve and unbroken line a glimpse of something …
- Don QuixoteIn the shadow realm of the practical, a foolish notion often seems so grand: and every errant knight that takes a stand against the wind, …
- This is the Morning: gwawdodynThis is the morning of the first day; nothing much remains of yesterday except some dust in the clay on the wheel, a flew flecks …
- For the Goddess: an anacreontic
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