Category: Formal Poetry
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On Reading (Sonnet)
There is a point when writing’s not enough. When quippy verses fade into a stew of diaries relating daily triumphs, nuisances, and other such banalities. But wherefore would I take the time to read those drippy ruminations of another listless poet, deep in their own misgivings and tired projections of losses and finalities? Unless, of…
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The Thing about Words (Triolet)
(Triolet – certain lines have to be repeated word-for-word in a specific order throughout the poem, changing only in punctuation.) My words can say anything I want, but the truth is that what I really think is bleeding through. And whether or not my words can say anything, I want to force them to do…
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Stalemate (Sonnet)
Two honest thinkers engage in simple discourse. Truth be told, both hearts pitted and hollow, though each knows that passion strikes discord and so refrains; the civil path to follow. Discussion states desires to be swallowed in white and black, with nothing to distort– no frantic fits of anger, fears, and sorrow to sway the…
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The Monarch and the Swallowwort (Sonnet)
Mid winter freeze, a lonely sweet perennial rides the breeze that chills her open spiracles. The journey long, the milkweed worth its cost to her, she gratefully sticks out her ovipositor. Then flies away, her eggs to wake in springtime, to feast on this alluring purple milkweed. She doesn’t know the secrets of the swallowwort……
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Structure (Sestina)
(Sestina – a VERY restrictive form in which the last word of each line in each stanza has to be repeated (in some form) in this exact pattern, and then all appear again in a final triplet. Also it’s supposed to be in iambic pentameter.) Structure is the kindle for the fire of everything that takes…
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Metro Poético (Soneto)
(attempting iambic pentameter in Spanish) Me gustaría escribir poemas que dicen todas mis emociones y con palabras largas y bonitas así que suenan como canciones. Aúnque me encanta español Existe mucho que no sé decir, y debo elegir los pensamientos que no son muy difícil traducir. Resulta en sonetos imperfectos, con fallas, que no riman…