Category: poetry

Tte Muse

Teh. 🔊

Great news!
A noble stay
Tte muse

Inspire
Write a new verse
Expire

All set
My, oh my dear
Musette

A subconcious slight paraphrase of ‘Small But Refined’ by Emily Romano

So, Shadow Poetry website provides two examples of the musette form, with different rhyme schemes for the middle section (second stanza): cdd and cdc; as far as I know cdc is the preferred form, mantaining “symmetry” (aba cdc efe).

Syllabication considered, do you pronounce inspire and expire with two or three syllables? As it would rhyme with hire and/or higher, are these homophones or is hire monossylabic?

Anyways, for the musette, is the syllable count considered up until the last stressed syllable of the verse or the actual last syllable? I’m assuming the latter, but I’m more familiar with the former.

A shout-out to Ryan Stone, who introduced me to the musette form through his beautiful poem:

Daughter of the Plains

Welcome to it

Persona #5738

Welcome to their life.
It might be an open book
— though, unlike a certain kind,
left opened to the same page as ever
because one is obsessed
with a narrow frame of it.

Are we on the same page?

Life together is a mutual reading.
Will you read their last page as they read yours?
Will you commit? Will you compromise?

Welcome to their life. It’s free to enter but pricey to leave.

Twilight Banter

— I Am. An angel.
Who the hell are you?

— I’m the inevitable devil,
who knows your damn blues.

— I am the light,
the true morning star.

— That title sure suits you.
I prefer being ‘the midnight’.
Now you should be sleeping, oldie,
Lemme burn more oil for now.

— Oh, well, that’s fun,
but take my advice.
Delay casting shadows,
day’s about to shine.
When you return tonight,
be sure to bring damn wine.

I can hear a song out of it, I have a melody in mind. What do you think? Would you be interested in seeing where it leads/ how it gets? If you can think of something as well, though, let me know. We can colaborate in some way.

Go, Poem, Go

A poem on the go…
Does it know where it is supposed to go?
…
It must do so for it is no go relying on my guidance.
…
Just go for it, poem, whatever you are up to.

I Hope the pen doesn’t run out of ink soon.
Run, pen, run.
I hope I don’t run out of gas.
Run, poet, run.

You know, this pen lives a life of its own.
Yet it bleeds to death if need be.
In turn, the paper accept what is.
That is ever requited love, that love of craft.
The love of self (the poet), the muse might very well reject.

May You Lovesick Me

The adage goes, “You never know who you’re dealing with”
Good heavens! I deserve to be surprised for good
Like expectations, low; satisfaction, over the roof

For the time being, I continue to fall for your game
You’re scoring top, over others
Guess what, I might be falling again

I wish you weren’t my type…
O negative
I mean, I saw you bleed, I even made you do it
Quite figuratively

For that I beg your pardon
You yourself didn’t know “who you’re dealing with”
A fragile soul at the time, believe it or not
I didn’t do it on purpose

Now that I’ve strengthen up
You might consider acknowledging my strength
Love me back harder
My heart can now stand it

Those concerned about my emotional state and my privacy, may appreciate to know that I always use a persona, especially when writing emotionally charged verses, unless I clearly state it otherwise for particular cases.

When a Physicist Tells a Tale

Cheshire Schrödinger’s cat
Would tell you with an ear-to-ear grin,
“I’m so alive and kicking
That I might go dead and gone;
If you can’t see how alive I am,
You might as well be dead inside.
Definitely not a problem if it’s inside the box.”

1 I’m not a physicist 2 I don’t speak for one, 3 that’s not a stricto sensu tale; it’s a remark of some substance, but only a small frame of a bigger scenario 4 it’s called artistic licence.

Hanging outdent

Year 2368.
Formatting poetry is still an exasperating
experience causing intense and localized
                                                     discomfort.

P-I-T-A? We don’t say that anymore.
Hey, where are you going now?

                                       You
know better than to run off without
me.            
                    Oh, come on!
                                             Behave.

And I won’t ever make you hang
                                                 here.