Category: poetry

Along these lines

this is a fine line;
call it a verse

there is a fine line
that verse
this verse

Idk, the idea of “there is a fine line between that verse and this verse” sounded cool in my mind (feel free to quote me 🙃), both (metaphorically) nodding to the content and graphic representation of those. Plus, it has a touch (subtle hint) of visual poetry; metalanguage for the win.

In the poem, line and fine take two definitions each: a metrical and a graphic line; thin and of high quality.

Althought the initial line is far from being the epitome of verse perfection despite what it playfully suggests (the line as it reads isn’t and doesn’t intend to be a perfect model of what it describes), play along — as the verses doesn’t only point to themselves but nod to other works, represented by the poetry format.

Forthcoming Union

Those who wander and are lost
Those who wonder and are last
May they find each other’s paths

Grasping the rationale behind the title choice would require thinking outside the box, but that’s on you, reader. If I explained it right away, it would feel like explaining a joke, more precisely giving it away (a puzzle). Sure, without that bold claim of mine, there would be no ‘puzzle’, not one that you would be aware of. Play along and see where it leads.

Feel free to leave a comment.

First of the Series: Translating my Portuguese Poems

Automaton

circumstantial nomad
automaton in the desert
while there is breath of wind

MichaelFrey, CC BY-SA 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons

I tend to aim for a balance between literal translations and formal equivalence. In this case I can only say that both the original and its English version have cool distinctive free rhythms.

The original, in case you wonder:

Autômato

nômade circunstancial
autômato no deserto
enquanto há fôlego de vento

A fun activity to do in a Reveller Life

Which activities make you lose track of time?

Writing, of course. And related activities (to writing and the creative exercise), since the question asks for more than one activity.

I’m writing this at my lunch time, while the cooktop’s fire cooks my rice (and heats the beans). It won’t burn, I promise (eyes wide open, always). I’ll fry eggs in a moment.

I wrote something earlier, that it’ll be fun to share with you. Additionally, I take advantage of the fact that these prompts are popular and get more views than our regular posts  — and they receive all the love you have to share.

Life as a jester, surrealism. Bing.com/create

Reveller Life

Aha! How life is.
There it goes at night to get some fun; here it comes in the morning, listing from side to side like a drunk.

It has the skill to walk a tightrope; on eggshells, on hot coals — yet is not afraid of the walk of shame.

It’s living itself to the fullest. Life, don’t you think you’re the coolest? Respond to it like the jester you are.

“Ehe, how you are. That’s so you to think up those lines.”

I love writing — I might start doing it more for a living.

Ah, lunch’s ready. Let’s enjoy lunch time.