Ode to Freeform Poetry (because I didn’t want to write a sonnet)
To write a poem devoid of form,
some hacks would say,
would be to create a world
that was “without form and void,”
but to stick to a form so stringently,
is to limit what could be limitless.
2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 11
The Shutterfly Edition
She wrote a book, writing what she knew.
What she didn’t know, she created,
but it was the truths,
prettied up as lies,
that led the ones
whose sins she confessed,
to stone her with tweets.
Newscasters=news analysts, not news readers
Endless spin cycle
Who, what, where, when, why, how, & what if?
Sensationalized for ratings
Nature enables us to see as far
as our eyes can see,
books beyond even that,
but books read out in nature,
bridges both worlds.
Haiku—if a person, not the most attractive proportions
Acrostic—a narcissist, horizontally & vertically
Limerick—witty when drunk
Sonnet—iambic pentameter hell
When Period met Dash,
it was a string of stops & starts,
until they learned to work together,
creating the Morse Code.