Poetic Experiment…

Yesterday, Gary Matthews, better known as Ye Olde Foole, put this up on my post:

living
with
volcanoes from
your childhood, well,
you learn
to
listen-

always
an
awareness of
the slightest shifts,
your breath
kept
shallow.

life
spent
struggling to
stay awake for
that inevitable
next
eruption.

It’s a poem with 11 words per stanza.  I’m going to try using the form. and challenge anyone else to do the same!

running
away
slipping along
tumbled down hillsides
getting muddy
isn’t
fun

shouting
bravo!
opera like
at squeaking mice:
that’s enough
highbrow
music

pitter
patter
little feet
slimy spider’s paws
trampling you
tenderly
nightly

Uhm…not much of a poem.  The form is harder than one would expect…

She,
Longing
For fulfillment,
Has tried everything
To insure
Daily
Carresses.

But
When
There’s nothing
Left for her
What can
She
Try?

Constant
Hounding
Stalking calls
Until the other
Runs away
Seeking
Peace?

Her
Anxiety,
Drove him
To break up
The affair
And
Left.

A little better…and you, what can you come up with?  If you feel inspired, write a post or put your poem in the comments below-

Tomorrow, as today,  I’ll be out of town, so I probably won’t be doing much reading or posting.  Ciao, Bastet.

20 thoughts on “Poetic Experiment…

    • Yes they really are…I appreciate Ye Olde Foole’s great capacity to concentrate his peoms…probably it’s the years of haiku writing that’s given him an edge.

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  1. She had nine days
    to unwind
    time should
    be so kind.

    Her mind
    racing
    could not
    sit still.
    she kept on
    pacing.

    A bottle
    of little blues
    would settle
    her down
    a little.

    Not so great, I think I will try again later…wish I did have some of those little blues…:D

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      • It was pretty pitiful but my excuse was my mind was mush…hehe; blues are little blue sleeping pills. I remember at work years ago colleague working the night shift had dropped on his desk. I asked him about it and he said his dad had given him a few so he could sleep duirng the days. My mom had them too. I have a funny story to share about an old boyfriend who took them too…well, not too funny but it is now., later. It’s a glorious sunny day today! Have a good evening where you are…ciao, Bella.

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        • I’m happy you’ve got a glorious sunny day! Thanks for telling me what little blues are. Here little blues are Viagra and I knew you couldn’t be talking about them! I don’t think you first trial was pitiful…but a first trial, as I said to another reader, the aspect which I found attrative here is the concentration (as in compressing meaning) required to write the poem…like with haiku! I’m sure you can use this form quite easily!

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  2. Hello Bastet! I am intrigued by this, too. It does seem a bit like haiku, only extended a bit!
    Here’s my first try:
    If
    You
    Like me
    Will you be
    My friend
    Forever
    Friendly?

    If
    You
    Love me
    Will you be
    My lover
    Forever
    Loving?

    If
    You
    Marry me
    Will you be
    My partner
    Never
    Parting?

    Lol not the greatest result, and kinda corny, but that was fun!
    ;^)

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