Creation, or: Chaos

A monotetra

Verse comes in sheets of driving rain.
Thoughts pitter-pat ceaseless refrain.
Soaked through, my soul's washed clean of pain.
Words keep me sane. Words keep me sane.

While mind floats, buoyed by the flow,
The heart absorbs what none can know.
In foggy depths, rare insights glow.
They're birthed just so. They're birthed just so.

d’Verse

At d’verse we were prompted to write a poem in the monotetra form. I was happy to oblige!

62 thoughts on “Creation, or: Chaos”

  1. I always love little glimpses like these into what poetry means to the poet. A lovely response to what seemed to me a difficult form, as well.

    1. ❤ Alexandra ❤

      Thank you so much – I find myself writing a lot about poetry in my poetry 🙂 – I'm somewhat fascinated by the whole thing!

      -David

      1. I write about writing occasionally, but mostly I get tangled up in it and it comes out very adolescent! Maybe I need to confine myself to one of these types of restrictive forms!

  2. Gorgeousness begins here! 💝💝 I agree with you, words most definitely keep us sane 🙂

  3. “Words keep me sane. Words keep me sane.” oh don’t we all who deign to place pen to paper know this deeply in our souls, David. Wonderfully penned throughout.

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