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.

A Quick Reminder

If you read my blog vertically, you might miss my horizons the broader perspective.

This blog, like many we cherish, is best experienced on a desktop or at least in landscape orientation. While we make efforts to adequate our blogs for every reading scenario possible, verses can get wildly long and difficult to tame. Verses should not, for instance, hyphenate, but even for this matter WordPress can’t forgo his own format decisions for the sake of our stylistic choices and needs. The verse block, said to be the perfect way to display our verses? What a joke! What was they thinking when they came up with that?

Unfortunately, WordPress doesn’t offer a perfect solution for formatting poetry. Men landed on moon, and we still can not design solutions for that! The perfect scenario would be that of hanging indent, but the best we can do is to align “hard right” and have unbalanced text.

We, authors, can experiment with, again, right alignment, preformatted text, and various CSS techniques, but these don’t always capture the intended layout. To get the full experience, try landscpe mode viewing on your phone or using a desktop for reading poetry whenever is possible.

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.

Fine, Start the Teasing Already, There Come Those ‘Silly’ Rhymes

What’s the story behind your nickname?

Cool that you ask. I am Cealtiel (seh.al.chie.EL); y’all can call me Tiel, for short. Highfive. You would hardly recall my actual name  — correctly at the least. If you could I would love you right away.

My name (from hebrew שלתיאל) means something like “I have asked God”; if I ever did associate myself with that meaning, I don’t anymore.

The nickname… It’s pronounced ʈʃɪɛɭ’ (chie.EL). People like to create silly rhymes out of it, right after they get to know it. It has as much as story as I do have myself, I wouldn’t know where to start from. Like born with it (nearly).

That’s it.

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.