My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog,
Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).

...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.

Friday, August 12, 2011

3 WIth Words

it feels like it has been forever since i last toyed with a new form of poetry. dVerse~Poets Pub FormForAll presented an article by John Alwyine-Mosely on the Ghazal.  this is not the first time i've seen the form (my exploration of Shadow Poetry has brought about quite an array of form poetry, but never had i felt the urge to try a ghazal), but such an in depth description of the form has me feeling the itch to see how badly i can mess up poetic form. hopefully i didn't fail it too badly. so without further ado...

With Words

I get lost so easily in words;
transported by the perfect words.

How profound can one appear to sound,
when they command the spoken word?

When escape is more than I can hope;
I loose myself in written words.

Should I hold my tongue or speak aloud,
unhindered by forbidden words.

Silence maybe just as strong a sound
as fiercely thought-provoking words.

Should I find that all else fails to hold,
I'll always have the strength of words.

I realize that I did not include my name (in some form) within the last couplet. I could rewrite the lines...

"Should I find remembrance fails to hold,
I'll always have my prescoius words."

...but I'm not really sure "remembrance" counts even though it captures the meaning of my name. so what I need to decide is whether it works better as is or with the altered lines. I'll have to think on it.