So! This is how it's going to work until Nov. 30th.
Everyday, a new poetic form. I have been told by certain people that freeform is noform, which led me to form negative habits about structure and rhyme. So, take that! One poem a day, a different kind every day.
Today, abecedarian. Tomorrow, ballad.
aimless under
broken streetlights we let
causal notions of the sidewalk
draw us home.
enough of stepping, we think,
forever losing balance to move forward.
god, if only life were escalators!
hope is last century but I swear
I would stay near the railing and
just look at the advertisements on the sides,
knowing that at
least I'm
moving.
nothing would give me more pleasure than
opening it all up, cracking through asphalt and gravel,
pulp of the city glistening and exposed, city
qua city in our minds being (and
rightly so ) electricity under wires, breath and
sweat and
tears of the living and the dead
under all the pressure of buildings of
video conference and nothing without us
walking on it and pushing forward like
Xeno's paradox disproven.
yes--it's better to walk,
zenith passed or approaching.
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This is me, approving of both the challenge and this first piece.
ReplyDeleteI especially like the first 12 lines. It got too long, typing them all out, so I'll just tell you: I like them best.
I think this challenge is an excellent idea too, basically jess stole my comment, though I like the first 13 lines best. really great image and analogy, and just best!
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