09-09-2012, 05:00 PM
This is a verse and not a fucking stanza –
why use six letters when five saves paper?
I’d rather turn plough than stand in a chamber.
Agricultural language suits this bard
and poetry’s but a topiary art:
that’s what I gather from your cutting remarks.
I’m lower case type inhabiting the basement
where jars and saucepans in haphazard placement
create an imperfect kind of enjambment
employed to collect red wine and sushi,
filter and ferment into something fruity –
that’s my trickle-down theory of beauty.
Up in the loft they reach for eternity
while I’m beset by a sense of urgency;
the soles beneath my feet are burning me
as I commit each metre to memory
stamping a legacy in ivory and ebony;
poetic justice now I’m out of energy.
why use six letters when five saves paper?
I’d rather turn plough than stand in a chamber.
Agricultural language suits this bard
and poetry’s but a topiary art:
that’s what I gather from your cutting remarks.
I’m lower case type inhabiting the basement
where jars and saucepans in haphazard placement
create an imperfect kind of enjambment
employed to collect red wine and sushi,
filter and ferment into something fruity –
that’s my trickle-down theory of beauty.
Up in the loft they reach for eternity
while I’m beset by a sense of urgency;
the soles beneath my feet are burning me
as I commit each metre to memory
stamping a legacy in ivory and ebony;
poetic justice now I’m out of energy.
Before criticising a person, try walking a mile in their shoes. Then when you do criticise them, you're a mile away.....and you have their shoes.