How do I write of prettier things--
Roses, ribbons, and diamond rings--
While these angry thoughts persist
Loathing for the unclean masses
Lost in immoral debauched morasses,
What good ensues if I shall insist
Upon honor and truth the moralist brings,
While doing nothing until the skylark sings?
Written September 10, 2021
[This poem employs a variation
of the reverse rhyme scheme
I often use: aabccbaa.]
Categories:
morasses, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way
For Kim Patrice Nunez*, with hope
Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way
Let your wheels skid by letting loose grip on wheel
Free verse range’s for marksmen trained on rondolet*
Dipodic foot pantun villanelle dactyl
Cut their teeth on the slippery run-on-line
Roll their anaepest tongue round limerick rhyme
Do not a ballad begin with aubade fine
Nor drive straight past end-stopped line’s feminine rhyme
Such as painters’ coprophilia canvasses
Hide chance ironic hidden ghostly faces
Cubist abstract surrealist morasses
Whose apprenticeships lead to trumping aces
Far too many poets love the sound of words
Yet shirk bardic tasks speeding on twisted roads
* Nunez: Sorry, no tilde over the “n” on my Mac.
• rondolet: French pronunciation rhymes with “way”.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
morasses, art, creation, philosophy, poetry,
Form: Sonnet