My first Octo
Through & through, ever feeling strange Parts, confused, will not be arranged Drawn, still, by illusion of change Something defiant at my core Demanding utter acceptance Drawn, still, by illusion of change Parts, confused, will not be arranged Through & through, ever feeling strange
I love trying out new forms of poetry, and I just discovered the octo form via Kerfe’s lovely poem ‘Fractals (part II)’, which you must read for its sheer cleverness. (My mathematician father introduced me to fractals when I was a boy… so Kerfe’s piece immediately sucked me in.)
