Potholes, or: Plot holes

A sijo

thoughts rattle over potholes;
memories swiss cheesed with plot holes;
possible pasts fragmented,
scattered among packing peanuts;
thicker; with; denser; every;
greyer; passing; foggier; day

W3 poetry prompt

This sijo was written in response to A. J. Wilson’s W3 prompt ~ to write a poem in twelve lines or less, which includes the word โ€˜fragmentโ€™ or a derivative of that word.


‘Ronovan Writes’ poetry challenge

Sijo Wednesday #10

Ronovan encourages poets to use the words ‘growing up’ and/or ‘mature’ as their inspiration, as either a theme of their sijos or in their poems themselves.


Sijo?

A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46 syllables. Each line contains a pause near the middle, similar to a caesura, though the break need not be metrical. The first half of the line contains six to nine syllables; the second half should contain no fewer than five. Originally intended as songs, sijo can treat romantic, metaphysical, or spiritual themes. Whatever the subject, the first line introduces an idea or story, the second supplies a โ€œturn,โ€ and the third provides closure. Modern sijo are sometimes printed in six lines.


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Ben Harper (b. 1969)

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19 thoughts on “Potholes, or: Plot holes”

  1. I read and then I came to read again
    And again it felt like an abhorrent indictment against aging and the fragmetation of the mind
    Slowly losing bits and pieces of memory
    Such a blatant attack on the image of old age
    And afterwards I thought, get back into the refrain
    The limerick is brilliantly dark
    The image in itself heartbreaking
    You don’t know how old age will fetch you
    Harsh and Honest
    ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

      1. I beg David, a sharp mind like yours?๐Ÿ˜Š
        Very funny indeed
        No not now, ๐Ÿ™‚
        No limerick, pardon me
        A Sijou

  2. The imagery here is nothing but brilliant. “…swiss cheesed…” “possible pasts” ‘pasts fragmented” “thicker with…” You’ve outdone yourself. This is a fine piece! Well done!

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