I'm in total awe of how you were able to make a poem with all words beginning with, "c" and what an ironic theme to choose Change -> when the sound is so constant! Also the cascade poem had really great sound/flow.
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
Zapping light on picture books, Yellow like custard in stories, X-rays of forays, arrayed on walls, Willow dreams are coming to me. Varnished nails and older girls Ultra-polite, but with delight, Tucking into steaming novels, Savouring memories yet to come. Red is safety, skies are tranquil, Questions – treasures of talking, breathing; Puncture my skin with your pointing! Only this room, only this evening. Needle pokes past my years, yearning, Masking the wanting for masking, Living again! Down on the floor – King of the heart, throbbing and sore. Jigsaws, rounded, blunted cared-for; Inner winners find their courage. Horses tamed now buck and kick out, Gorging groves full of grammar. Fairies retired now flying; Espers expired now testing. Death is sneaking shyly away, Caught by sweetly smiling matrons. Before the class has rightly ended, At least we all enjoy the cake.
I used to need a soundproof window shut Against the fusillade of shouted grunts, The hives of onomatopoeia glut From parks reclined, from greening paths. The brunt Would fall upon the glass that now can cut The wind in swinging open. I stand, confront – But also let slide pass, the wounded past, Allow the gusts to brush immortal grass.
I lived inside a house that could not wait For lines to finish, pouncing fast on words Left dangling there and choking – lost in care That lived in bricks that could not tolerate The spates of thoughts migrating now in herds Of stomping wildebeests, their hooves all bare Of fear; and bucking back as if to taunt The steel and glass with strength, like captive birds Of prey, thrashing, smashing in the lair That crumbles within calculation, gaunt Mid-air.
Sorry. It's been awhile. School has been rough. I really loved that last poem, about "one drop more". I also really loved the one that all started with C. You are so good at writing poetry. I love all the different forms you use. It is so cool to see a little more of you in your writing each time I read it <3 It is wonderful. Keep being you, because from what I have seen, it is amazing.
Rhyme is slick oil between turning cogs of thought and reams of research, in the way metal flaps shutter smoothly so I understand they do without knowing how, while living much the same.
I trace the mother of my favourite word. I trace the mother of my favourite word. They live between unseeing white columns. They live between unseeing white columns. Mother, I trace the word of my favourite Between white columns they, unseeing, live.
I seek the father of my special sound. I seek the father of my special sound. Buried they are on the ancient roads. Buried they are on the ancient roads. My ancient sound, I seek of the father; They are buried special on the roads.
A silence travels between then and now. A silence travels between then and now. Dusty desert paths are swift unfurling. Dusty desert paths are swift unfurling. Then travels between silence and a Now swift unfurling, dusty desert paths.
The paths of the mother and father Are unfurling, unseeing between Columns of my favourite sound, swift And ancient white between the desert roads. A Now of silence travels, buried on the word they live I seek, and I trace; special are they of my dusty Then.
Liminality I needed to stop by and say that Paradelle was super clever! It's one of my favorites you've written. Like that final stanza where it all came together was super satisfying to read, and was a delightful fit with your language theme.
The backwards alphabet one had some really fun sounds in it too, and I had to read it out-loud a couple times. Keep up the great work! (I'm definitely writing down a few of the structures you've been using, to try myself someday after NaPo. They're so interesting and varied!)
Your last bird haiku made me smile too - the contrast between people sleeping versus birds fluttering busily around is a nice image.
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