shakespearean sonnet and twin haikus: the first paragraph
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Sonnet
My anthem’s are buzzes rattling in marsh, Marching in a forest’s foliage and flood. Grinding the weed, those bees, who thought this harsh, Those retro twins with wings whipping the mud.
Before they sip this tipsy lips from bliss, I dart far in the saps, where my skin wraps. So that they won’t toss me across the rift, Skin’s gloss and itching sting, shall stay unmasked.
But they hum a hymn i could not hear -- sheer Grief I rest my wet wit, feeling weighty, Less worthy to be part of swarm, for fear the colony’ll convict of heresy. This I, who can’t reap honey from poppies That whispered to me: “you filth, you flea.”
Twin haikus not really proud of this but i needed a transition rip
What is a wasp, but useless, sweetless, and furless? I’m weak in work, A sick leech, fostered By these bees, pure and honeyed Are their symp(ath)honies.
Last edited by kattee on Mon Apr 05, 2021 9:28 am, edited 1 time in total.
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hi napo buddy! i love the image formatting you’re using for your poems! it adds a really unique touch as well as contributing to the stories you’re telling.
I really liked the last line of your second poem, especially where you mashed “symphony” and and “sympathy” together.
I can’t wait to see what else you post throughout napo!
Thank you so much, @AtlasWut!! I was actually worried people might get confused
Because i just realised only after posting, that all the poems in chapter 1 should be read before they could be fully understood since they’re connected. unfortunately, I’m still working on their illustrations.
May my soul rest in peace.
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Hiya kattee! These are really good - and the fact that you're illustrating each poem is so impressive, too! Ah I love the motif of the wasp in a honeybee colony here, it's very poignant.
The visual effects you add to carry the tone of the poem are also really neat, like the sudden red font in "You filth . . ." was really striking. The wiggly effect of the verses also feel reminiscent of either heat 'waves' or swarms of bees flying about to me.
I also really liked these lines from the haiku:
slips on nectar — too skin-ny, And smoothly detached.
Hi again, kattee! Oh this divider illustration looks super fascinating. First of all, can I just say I love the colour choices you have for these art pieces? They really match the dream-like atmosphere you have for your poems as well and feel like they're coming from this whole other world. The yellow checked pavement in this recent illustration I find particularly striking. I also adore the sloping shape of your tree!
Are those the characters 'Alpha' and 'Beth' in the drawing? And who is that hiding behind the tree? So many questions @_@ it makes me curious to read on~ I adore how you drew their faces and the little eyelashes they have <3 super endearing!
And also, ahh the shading on the buildings in the background <3 It looks kind of like watercolour but also a bit like oil paint, and I love that you chose to use red hues as shadows for blue because that's really creative and makes the overall shape look so vibrant. <3
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That might be why
I chose to grow apart from Alpha and Beth It was a lost communicat— moistened into mouldy letters that translators could no longer identify the transcripts from fainting fables. I became a work of feeble fiction — that low-budget film on a pirated site, or a crumpled storybook on a magazine rack.
The only option was to dart through dark so that their last memory of me is my honey-sap-coated laugh. I’d rather leave them with questions, so that The beehive reflects my image, instead of an answer that’ll render me, excommunicado,
This brain breeds her own virus —a leeching language that consists of only one nagging word: sting sting sting.
It doodled a foreign map, scribbled pathways with postcards of only my stinger and nectar-nesting mush. My wonders were waterfalls with sewage stench. My tourist spots were places no one should stay — a paradise of hell.
but let me just have one thing
just a simple memory
let me remember how
Last edited by kattee on Sat Apr 10, 2021 5:52 am, edited 2 times in total.
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Ahh I love your poem "experimental poetry: that might be why"!! (lol at first I read it as "existential poetry" XD) It's super neat how as I scrolled down, the colors got darker along with the mood of the poem, and then that ending "let me remember how" is just so beautiful <3 I feel like it could be interpreted in so many ways, from like "let me remember how to make cookies" (probably not the intended meaning xD) to "let me remember how to breathe," or ahh so many other possibilities! It's absolutely wonderful <3 Keep up the awesome work!! ^-^
