Thursday, May 17, 2012

Macho

* If you've read this once and notice it's different, shut up.  I'm a writer.  And I am reading way more about "sprung rhythm" than I ever wanted to know. ;-) *   

I don't suppose anyone can find my little nod to Mr. Hopkins? 
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He cannot give nor promise heaven-
no corduroy ponies gray or sliver of salt diVine;
Yet they want, as they will and always.
Will? My dreamer- oh, they will.
He watches as they slow,
Resting as they do on the lip of a thirty-second note.
breathe- breathe over- and Flow.

Little tease, picking bitty tufts of cotton bone
in a thought unwound from a thimble/ Locked
then glows the inscape from their teetiny bodies-
brilliant won'dring wild as the wicked are wont to do.
Fishin' low-
low, low, under...t-t-t-Toe.

With a wink and a laugh, give ‘em hell poppa.
reach Up with dreams of shiv'ry games.
Calm- shining liberty singing sweet, and sweeter calm.
pulled from the best branch, Sky running-
dot, dot, Dot-  smile-slung ranger-  sky watching.

Wake on a thread spun gritty with juice-
on the Shredded bed of a giant.
Holding, as he Does,
with swollen wanderLust
in dithering, dangling, dirty daddy Hands.

then he Looks, noggins spry-
then the Chase, beggars run
with flying flips and funk from Thataway.
yet whether be Hither
or whether be Yon,
his arms- daddy Please!-
dem Arms won't never let go. 
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dVerse FormForAll- Sprung rhythm

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9 comments:

  1. nice flow that made it an easy and enjoyable read.
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  2. dont want to let go you know...smiles....this is a fun piece...really like the rhythm, esp through...

    He watches them rest- breathe, breathe, over and flow
    teases inscape from their tiny bodies- low, low, undertoe.

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  3. I thought this was quite good, seriously good! Yes, you managed the beats and beyond that the wonder, the questioning, the questing. Making new play with words, so smart..really liked "cotton bone/ in a thought unwound from a thimble" as it raveled down to "Wake on a thread spun gritty with juice-
    on the Shredded bed of a giant.
    Holding, as he Does,
    with swollen wanderLust
    in dithering, dangling, dirty daddy Hands."

    It is a nod in a way to Hopkins and his devotion, but as I read it, it functions in a way that reminds me of Wallace Stevens' - Emperor of Ice Cream - too.

    You have every right to call yourself a writer. You're a really good one!

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  4. You mean this isn't about the Village People? -I kid, I kid, I really enjoyed the flow of this piece. You're such to a great writer!

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  5. I liked this. Excellente line work and word usuage, images, and dance. Very entertaining.

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  6. that made me smile..and i def. like the rhythm throughout...good job for sure

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  7. Sorry Deus, poetry is wasted on me. Pearls before swine unfortunately.

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  8. i like the internal rhymes like noggin and beggars

    when time races like a bullet

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  9. Subversively sweet rhythms.
    This is more than an exercise.

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