AM
So here’s a little something in a meter rarely used.
I’m guessing that its clunkiness has made it obsolete,
Although it’s not that bad. I think I’ll have to practice more
Before I get it right. The saddest part of all this is
That I’m not saying anything. I’m just assembling words
And syllables that fit together with the proper stress
To keep the flow intact, and maybe wow a couple folks
Who overestimate the artistry of “mix and match”.
This doesn’t even rhyme! There’s nothing here worth mentioning.
For all its structured sound, and carefully constructed lines,
It won’t convey a truth or weighty message, not in code
Nor crystal clear sincerity unfettered of pretense.
PM
I’m in the midst of one of those great phases, nihilist
I think. It’s like a sprawling plain that teases me with low
Burnt hills and sudden spots of dust where there had used to be
A little tuft, or two, just here and there, of tiny beads,
The flowery accents to what sadly offered mostly gray
And sorry, dingy gold – a worthless chrome, a mockery
Against the precious mineral. But even these are gone,
These plots that shaped oases in their way, and I am left
To fend the rising thirst for quenching meaning, all myself!
I certainly cannot, by any means I know, correct
This heavy error – for I see it as my greatest yet -
So I will keep content with it until it plays its course.
A line for every hour in the day.
It’s good for the brain to work under some kind of framework, like a meter. Nothing may come out of it but practice – and that’s perfectly alright. One never knows when one may have to converse with someone in iambic septameter.
I guess it depends on the people you associate yourself with.
Either way, it’s at least as good as Sudoku.
kossimarsalsa, 3 months ago
i like the way you speak, presumably, you are remarkable to me. i shall stay around.
xx
s-a