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Anthology Reveries that I call Poetry | by T!el Fajardo

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Since I have some time now, I’ve put together this anthology for you all. If you think my effort is worth it and the quality is good, feel free to buy me a coffee,  there’s a button at the end too. Feel free to share this post and comment too.

I’ve also added a few extra poems that you might not have seen before.

How This Works

I’m testing an intricate idea here. This post is a single post with a collection of poems separated by pages (you might see page breaks depending on where you are reading this), with chapters and titles organized by the appropriate headings (no hyperlinks). Call it my postfolio; it’s a post analogous to a book.

Introduction

Welcome to a journey through language, writing, and the metatextual world of poetry. We’ll explore how language can be both a creative tool and a barrier. From the playful frustration of crumpled drafts to the powerful imagery of ink and blood, these verses challenge traditional forms, blending free verse with deliberate constraints.

The author

Pages: Page 1, Page 2, Page 3, Page 4, Page 5, Page 6, Page 7, Page 8, Page 9, Page 10, Page 11, Page 12, Page 13, Page 14, Page 15, Page 16, Page 17, Page 18, Page 19, Page 20, Page 21, Page 22, Page 23, Page 24, Page 25, Page 26, Page 27, Page 28, Page 29, Page 30, Page 31, Page 32, Page 33, Page 34, Page 35, Page 36, Page 37, Page 38

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.

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.