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October 1, 2006
Strange Growth by *Bogbrush is a very well-crafted single-image poem.
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Literature
Cliff Notes
Cliff Notes
Cricket leg serenades
To this Asbach taste that veneers late Tuesday -
Companions to a cork parade
Of characters strolling through the vines;
Residential escape in charmed, young prime
Staving off charge of rolling night.
Fetch your pink,
From recessed cupboards, bottled up
To pour on ice.
Relax.
Lay the tumbler to the coaster;
Watch condensation droplets
Pool into a question
You avoid.
The modern art above your bed
Is sacrilege;
Grasping for tradition, well-kept
And bred in sound conditions;
A sieve that bled until she cried
Your name
From underneath those lines,
And you found heaven
Through that answer i
Literature
Playing at Wordplay
Are we playing at poetry today? Fine, analogies. My mind is an unplugged fridge. That bottle of milk, spoiled and curdled? My soul, why not? My hopes and dreams? Assign whatever bits of me you want to whatever's in that dull, white shell, kept warm by the decomposition of everything kept tightly inside.
More positive?
Fine. My body is... a plastic bag. Free to drift in the wind. Born aloft by forces completely beyond its understanding or comprehension, with no control over its own fate. Torn, tattered and unfit for purpose, used and discarded and completely indistinguishable from millions of other useless, harmful bits of detritus that look
Literature
Claustrophobic
My hands are unable to remain silent for long. Through tortured blinks, their control slackens, and they start to screech against the surrounding walls. My brain follows their example – crying aloud for help, shouting at my body to stop running away.
My legs are twisting and turning, my eyes melting until all I can see is blackness; all I can feel are the sickening revulsions and unshakeable impulses that my body is enduring. The air gets tighter with every second that passes, compacting as the walls close in upon me like some sick gang with no motive but to quench their throats with my fear. Always, my legs and arms flail; jumping i
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It was full of them!
Wow, a DD! What a great thing to come home to after being away for the weekend. Cheers!
Many thanks to who explained in much clearer words than my inane babble about haiku spirit, why the 5-7-5 rule doesn't necessarily apply to English haiku.
"The haiku in English is an ambiguous form, but the syllable rule is redundant because it doesn't say anything about stresses, it's just an arbitrary almost-equivalent to the Japanese. Because the languages are so different, that element of haiku is pretty untranslatable. But the rough outline, style (single image and point) and subject matter (generally but not exclusively nature and seasons) are pretty straightforward."
Wow, a DD! What a great thing to come home to after being away for the weekend. Cheers!
Many thanks to who explained in much clearer words than my inane babble about haiku spirit, why the 5-7-5 rule doesn't necessarily apply to English haiku.
"The haiku in English is an ambiguous form, but the syllable rule is redundant because it doesn't say anything about stresses, it's just an arbitrary almost-equivalent to the Japanese. Because the languages are so different, that element of haiku is pretty untranslatable. But the rough outline, style (single image and point) and subject matter (generally but not exclusively nature and seasons) are pretty straightforward."
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I like this. The image is vivid and creatively constructed. Also fits in with my understanding of the haiku form quite well.