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Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Well, I Like the First Few Lines
Monday, December 10, 2012
A Something
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 Something
(A thing between the Speck and Spot)
A nearly self-aborted thought
An asterisk
*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
The Crowded Room
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
POINT
food, pets, scents over
(Chex (shed whelming
Mix) ding) per
fume
everyone I'm not
yawns impressed listening
over humdrum
this Babel commotion
scene babbling and crackling
"Have some egg nog!" logs
This is where I step out
for some air.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
The Arranged Marriage
Homophones. Turned out like all the rest, but I can't say I was very enthused about it.
The
Arranged Marriage
A
mending gesture
Amending
jest, your
Cementing
grasp
Seems
sending, rasped,
"To
agreements made!"
To
agree meant maid's
Loss
of surname
Laws
of sir's named
For
nobility
For
no ability
Of
common sense
Of
calm and censed
Bridal
comforts
Bride,
I'll come. Forts
Arranged
a feast
A
range of East-
-ern
delights and sari
Earned
daylight and, sorry
No
more hands to shake
Time
to cut the cake
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
The Residual
Word collage. Tried to capture something like a battlefield after the fact. If it's a little unfocused, then I blame it on the cat for waking me up so many times last night. Enjoy.
The Residual
I f
flustered altered
furled and fl squeezing
from uttered something
nonsense fleeting
from sprinting squinting
mud and these bones
diamond things are such
i as I would
r gs not do
n
indignant, indigenous indi
that which integrated go
left be insurrection away
us hind up proudly
ambushed held fast
it's a good ravenous
torn day time flocking
t runk to die for crows
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Attic at Sunrise
Word collage emulating the bits of dust that hang in the air and catch the light. Even using a fixed-width font (in this case, Arial), blogspot will sometimes refuse to perfectly line things up the way I typed them.
Attic at Sunrise
twirling floating
motes of light
moting er
e the than
the dust
re hushing still
mains h our lingering
yellowed old
papers photos
cracked panes creak
painstakingly
humble for drafting
antiques ever sleepy
y spider
cloying legato smells
wooden ck of
boards ro ing
captured horses
w withdrawn
i ta tt er e d
s paintings
p of
s yesterdays
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
The Canary Lookout
homophones, because I like 'em.
The
Canary Lookout
Can
aeries of
Canaries
of
Good
pedigree from
Good
pets agree from
Alarming
warbles,
"All
arm in! War bulls!"
Helter-skelter
Held
our shelter
Deep
within the earth
They
were safer
They
were, save for
A
trickling few
A
tickling fume
Wafted
from the clay
The
lookout saved the day
For
a praise in a
Coat
of arms
For
appraising a
Code
of harms
Emblazoned
on a shield:
Canaries
in a mine
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