Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
This week is basic rhyme, 8 syllable lines, iambic. Has a Dr. Seuss feel, but not a Dr.Seuss feeling. Straight rhyme is what got me interested in poems in the first place.
(A thing between the Speck and Spot)
A nearly self-aborted thought
*A formless clot
Unleashing then a ropey plot
A String asked Knot, "Ask naught, ask not
Ignore it now, and wish it rots-
That Something meant to be forgot."
The Something though had been begot
It quivered up and fetched a pot
The Soup was done, the Cook was shot
The Something meant to be forgot
Exhumed the Space, the Speck, the Spot
Unstitched the tethered stringy plot
Then winking once, it was no more
What was, was not
Some Something had effected lots
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Word collage. Arial is not fixed-width after all. That probably accounts for the occasional hiccup I've encountered. Now using Courier font.
I had planned the start working on this style next year, but I lost interest in backwards and forwards faster than anticipated. Unless I come up with something new or interesting, I'm done with bw/fw, and now I can play with word collages.
The Crowded Room
st excuse how me!
st are you?
stuttered and stammered yammered
over possibly hammered
punch heard polite AT
music someplace HIS
food, pets, scents over
(Chex (shed whelming
Mix) ding) per
everyone I'm not
yawns impressed listening
this Babel commotion
scene babbling and crackling
"Have some egg nog!" logs
This is where I step out
for some air.