A 'Jay's Way' poem Comes a point (I'd rather not admit it) that I employ poetic forms to flaunt wit, rather than work at enhancing art... To seem -oh- so smart -to impress- (I confess), brings me great pleasure. So- wordplay; letters; rhymes; & measures... I'll have a go at challenges many won't. Sure, just… Continue reading Smoke, or: Mirrors
A 'Loop' poem He'd wow his friends with sleight of hand; Hand over hand, too fast for eyes; Eyes sparkling, lift large plastic cup, Cup crimson sponge of golf ball size. Fanned playing cards from right to left; Left stunned, the audience would delight, Delight in wondrous magic tricks, Tricks few could do exactly right.… Continue reading Right to left, or: Left to right
AmeriCorps AmeriCorps is a Federally funded volunteer program in the USA, also known as the 'domestic Peace Corps'. The idea is that AmeriCorps participants work in various programs across the country, aiming to improve American society in sundry ways. I was an AmeriCorps member for two years after my university studies. During my first year,… Continue reading A personal anecdote about writing
A Cadralor In the form of 5 Kimos firm, familiar keys clacking images stinging sweat drips from the brow inner eye unblinking giving in to riffing rhythm therein thrilling in little ripples rivulets revealing sound suffuses syllables so smoothly euphony feels soft and sure cacophony quite crisp words rife with densely packaged symbolism hissing out… Continue reading Musketeers, or: Rapier
My 2nd kyrielle Kyrielle's rhyme scheme's open, but Three verses is (they say!) the floor. Still, I have come to heed my gut: Few verses are quite often more. I felt doubtful of short forms once; Epics seemed to pack louder roar... Now I know micros aren't runts! Few verses are quite often more. May… Continue reading Floor, or: Ceiling
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