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Simple Ways: pantoum
Some say that simple ways are still the best; as we add complication, things decline. How we live puts that principle to test: it’s so subjective, what one thinks is fine. So, adding complication wreaks decline? Stop making babies; that’s … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, illusion, life, living, Malayan verse forms, pantoum, poetic forms, simplicity
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A Thing Gets Old: ottava rima
A thing gets old because it starts out young and in the spring has little or no care; of consequence and karma, yet unsprung in early life, it remains unaware. Perhaps in early August, comes a sign: an aching in … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, aging, Italian verse forms, ottava rima, poetic forms, seasons, youth
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Small Towns: ode (Keatsian)
For what it’s worth, most places on a map merely exist as clots in highway veins: mere wisps of web for speed or tourist traps, perhaps historic, where that sense remains. At thirty thousand feet that’s how they look: just … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, cycles, English ode, Keatsian ode, maps, ode, perception, poetic forms, small towns
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Call It Madness: mad song
You gawk and call it madness, a sickness that afflicts the weak of mind, the poor, the kind; by gods, you’re such a prick. You practice looking sideways, avoiding the fool’s eyes: a damning mirror, where you see clearer your … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awareness, hypocrisy, madsong, nonsense, poetic forms, sanity
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I Thought I Knew: madrigal
I thought I knew, but knew nothing of love before your true love grew to fill my heart; and now there is no other that compares. How small and turned within my life was then, so crowded and content with … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, Chaucer, happiness, love, madrigal, poetic forms
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Rest Your Head: lullaby
Rest your head and close your eyes, listen to this lullaby: let the sights and sounds of day gently dull and fade away; let the chirping crickets’ song slowly make the minutes long; let the fresh and cool bedsheets softly … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, care, dreams, lullaby, night, poetic forms, sleep
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Debt Collection: limerick
There once was a young man from Kent who earned a lot less than he spent; when pressed to make good, he replied, “Well, I should, but I cannot surrender a cent.” Another young soul from Sabine said, “Brother, I … Continue reading