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Sun Apr 19, 2020 12:28 am
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alliyah says...



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.
maybe i make up colors for poetic cadence, but i don't think i can ever love someone who doesn't understand that teal is a different color than dark cyan
  





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Thanks, @alliyah! Glad to hear you think so :)
  





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Day XX

Form: Reverse Alphabet Poem



Foreign Language Classroom

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.
  





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Tue Apr 21, 2020 12:27 am
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Day XXI

Form: Ottava Rima


Hearing Noise

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.
  





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Wed Apr 22, 2020 12:37 am
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Day XXII

Form: Curtal Sonnet



Inside a House

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.
  





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Thu Apr 23, 2020 12:31 am
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Day XXIII

Form: Ghazal



‘One drop more’

Hail compassion – for urging us to ask for one drop more;
Hail love – for ignoring us to suckle one drop more.

Persons made of steel and glass who look away from rust:
They are sore for polish, so they must save one drop more.

People don’t mean anything by spitting out their feelings;
They are as the rain at core, always promise “one drop more”.

Lyric lines are stretching truths across the desert gravel,
Long mirages slowly shore their blue by one drop more.

Boats are never bound to care for controlling the sea;
They just offer oars, neither less nor one drop more.

Workers pick up hobbies not for more but lack of time,
Writing helps them savour from the hour – one drop more.

Not born for buffeting by breeze, the statue of a man
Who himself roars odes to gales, demanding one drop more.

I’ve been running low on a limited tank of love
Never reaching bottoms, always squeezing one drop more.
  





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Thu Apr 23, 2020 1:33 am
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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.
One day longer,
A little bit stronger
  





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Fri Apr 24, 2020 1:16 am
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Thank you for your lovely comment, @bpmzcpl <3 I'm glad you enjoy my poems. Hope school gets better for you soon :)
  





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Day XXIV

Form: Fibonacci poetry


Mental Schematics

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.
  





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Day XXV
Form: Paradelle


Paradelle for the word ‘Lacuna’

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.
  





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Sun Apr 26, 2020 12:44 am
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Day XXVI
Form: Triversen



Subversive and Exotic

I don’t know what you mean by
‘subversive’ and ‘exotic’ – words
dependent upon where you are.

You stand beneath the waves,
forcing my hand down to reach,
so you don’t have to move one bit.

I don’t know how you feel
any breeze there
or anything at all.

A world partly-formed,
upon which you are standing,
is one of brief impressions.

I do not think I know you
and your coral-crusted heart,
so masked by barnacles.

Do not think I know your thoughts:
Thoughts subversive and exotic
to someone who can breathe the air.
  





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Mon Apr 27, 2020 3:10 am
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Day XXVII
Form: Minute poem



No start, no end

Identify yourself with red
and line your bed
with browning buds
with flower suds.

Because the hue stays not the same
inside your brain;
to symbolise
is swift demise.

You cling unto a shroud of dreams;
metaphor seems
elusive, if
inconclusive.
  





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Day XXVIII
Form: Haiku


The Calls

Birds’ calls ricochet
from end to end of the park
while the neighbours sleep.
  





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Tue Apr 28, 2020 8:00 pm
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alliyah says...



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.
maybe i make up colors for poetic cadence, but i don't think i can ever love someone who doesn't understand that teal is a different color than dark cyan
  





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Tue Apr 28, 2020 11:48 pm
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Thank you so much for your comments, @alliyah! The paradelle is one of my favourites too :) I'm glad you enjoyed it
  








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