burden, bends, drunk, poetry, virtue, palace,
ditch, diminishing, wish, breaks, room, steps
SW 91: A Concrete Poem:
\\there is no burden, around the bends,//
\as the diminishing path leads to or/
from a palace or ditch...the steps
\we take make room for our/
\\wish to write poetry.//
life and duty are
minimal
breaks
taken
after we
have drunk the
\virtue of blank paper with the ink of our being/
(c) JP/davh
Um, wow. Just that, wow. You may send me the link, young woman, so I have this safely archived in gmail. Those last two lines... wow.
ReplyDeleteI love the ending, Jules. The form is tight and holds the content well.
ReplyDeleteFantastic Jules, every last jot and tittle. This is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/01/13/once-again/
Give me a glass of that!
ReplyDeletelove concrete poems! they are so much fun to write, even with first graders doing it. (former teacher here)
ReplyDeleteas I read, I wondered...when will the drink occur? :)
Jules, loved the form and the wordplay. Using the blank paper and ink at the ending was lovely. Wonderful. Amy
ReplyDeletehttp://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/01/14/the-royal-pain/
Echoing the others, Jules. This is really nicely done with the visuals.
ReplyDeletePamela
ReplyDeleteWhat a wondrous cup you have given us to drink from!
Whirling with Bram Stoker
Yes, a fascinating poem in both form and structure! Nicely done.
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