The structure for this little mixed medium étude is a little different: the first part’s got twelve syllables per line, with the third stanza featuring rhyming couplets, followed by the prose in the second part. That’s just the only way it’d work. “The Art of Storytelling” I. The arrangements spell out every prickly, crumpled inconsistency…
Category: Poetry
Works that employ figurative language, metrical patterns and words that rhyme.
Either Side of Silver
…because. A 12 x 9 x 2. ♥ Either Side of Silver Our words tangled over the distance, after they provided the set-up and we tried to deliver the punchline, but the joke was on us: distances aren’t bridged with slippery things like will. What I loved in those wintry days was the mere thought…
The Episode
Ecco: a little Fibonacci-inspired syllabic poem – 3, 5, 8, 13 and back again – about getting stuck. the episode. metronome for days without shape, spent on the underside of my solipsistic wanderings, where the deep’s arrived at my door, where all good sense has sunk beneath the weight of time, ticking. A side note: back…
The Snow Storm
Voilà: a brand new 10×10 syllabic poem. ♥ EAB The Snow Storm Despite all sophistication, it comes to replace the pattered brilliance of night with the uniformity of a cloud, and it settles on expressing itself as clean, discrete crystals that seek the still, quiet surfaces outside my window. All the world’s branches, as intimate…
Misjudgment
Now that the holidays are over, it’s time to get back to work! Here’s a new poem. It’s a terzanelle—a form that’s a hybrid of terza rima and the villanelle—and below is my most recent experiment with the form, eleven syllables per line. I also wrote it out by hand and scanned it in. “Misjudgment”…
Fides
I wrote this little pair of interrelated verse about four or five weeks ago. I don’t know why I’ve been holding on to them. These are about sadness—Tristitia—and joy—Gaudium. ♥ FIDES I. Tristitia There’s a flicker, and it comes with the expectation that distraction has come to rescue her from the mouthy weight of inexorable…
Eurydice
I wrote this one in August ’10. Click on the image for fullsizeyness. My handwriting’s admittedly little tough in this one, so the full text is after the image. ♥ Eurydice I belong to you where the great enigmas collide. So I don’t care to practice restraint at this instant. I want to embrace it….
The Margay
This poem was longlisted for the Fish Poetry Prize last spring, but alas, it missed the shortlist. I wrote it in July ’10, when I was in Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica. It’s a terza rima box: thirteen lines, thirteen syllables per line. Click on the visual to view it in its full-sized glory in your…
When You Were Mine
During the summer of 2010, I wrote three poems that I subsequently submitted to a number of contests and literary journals to no avail. However, as developing a traditional publication record isn’t a priority at the moment, I’ve decided to post them. The first one’s below, and the others already have been scheduled to post…