Verse Form Freeway
a derelict lai
an abandoned sestina
a rusting rubai
the iambic sun beats down
tarted-up tankas roll by
articulated sonnets
pantoums, tricked-out villanelles
a herd of haikai
a herd of haikai
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Ha, hadn’t thought of that, Eilene, but you’re right, right down to the abandoned sestina, by the way….all sestinas should be abandoned !
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Very amusing, Jim. I’m laughing now, but by Friday I’ll be wandering that diversified versified desert looking for an iambic beat, a dash of anything that isn’t a stifled scream. Admittedly a journey to the bottle shop might still save me.
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This is an enjoyable read.
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Thank you!
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Sounds like flotsam and jetsam in the poetry stream. Refreshing to sip from, despite 🙂
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Nice description: “tarted-up tankas”
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Thanks Frank!
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And left on the shore… we sit and watch at the poems discarded at sea.
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