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poetree2011-11-15 02:01 pm
aldersprig) wrote in poetree2011-11-15 02:01 pm
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Introduction!
Hi, I'm Lyn [hi, Lyn!!] and I dabble in the poetic form.
It's not my primary form of writing anymore, but I do enjoy the challenge of small, concise pieces that stay on a single theme (contrasted to, say, webserials sprawling over hundreds of thousands of words over three years...)
For me, poetry is both about the challenge of the constraint, whether in a free verse or a more traditional form, and about getting feelings down into a controllable form. It's often very cathartic to tie chaotic things up into tidy lines.
That being said, I'll start with something of that sort.
Stranger(s) Then Friends
All this time, we're still more strangers than friends.
Separated by a gulf of paradigm.
We've grown into each other; we twist and we wend,
Yet all of this and still: more strangers than friends.
We could grow old like this, untangling loose ends,
Laying your world out for me, and for you, mine-
All that time, and we'd still be more strangers than friends,
Separated by a gulf of paradigm.
It's not my primary form of writing anymore, but I do enjoy the challenge of small, concise pieces that stay on a single theme (contrasted to, say, webserials sprawling over hundreds of thousands of words over three years...)
For me, poetry is both about the challenge of the constraint, whether in a free verse or a more traditional form, and about getting feelings down into a controllable form. It's often very cathartic to tie chaotic things up into tidy lines.
That being said, I'll start with something of that sort.
Stranger(s) Then Friends
All this time, we're still more strangers than friends.
Separated by a gulf of paradigm.
We've grown into each other; we twist and we wend,
Yet all of this and still: more strangers than friends.
We could grow old like this, untangling loose ends,
Laying your world out for me, and for you, mine-
All that time, and we'd still be more strangers than friends,
Separated by a gulf of paradigm.
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I'm intrigued by the format of "Stranger(s) Then Friends" -- there's obviously a rhyme scheme going on there (AB AA AB AB), but it's not a format I've encountered before.These lines in particular touch me. Aside from my great fondness for the word 'wend', there's this sense of a destination not reached, one which might never be reached. There are times when I dislike a strong rhythmic element to poetry--this is definitely not one of them. Macte, macte.
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My car-written stuff, as a rule, is more rhythmic and more rhyming, since I need the mnemonics to remember it until I get to a stop sign ;-)
Thank you for your kind words!
Cool!
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