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.
- AmerigeddonThere is no need to stop the clocks, nor try to dim the constant noise; let those who listen, soldier on, despite the sonic din’s …
- Ode to the CantosAh, to be Ezra Pound for a day; to compose an intensely complex and almost unintelligible series of poems fueled by an unwavering desire to …
- Mother Father BreathingWith each breath, opposites are reconciled: like the unconscious seeping under the door that the river makes as it rises during the night, then at …
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