I’ve been playing a bit with forms lately and doing some inventing of my own, typically for the constraint which helps me to write. This is a reflection of one of those forms – which my forms make little sense and still involve little to no rhyme scheme – I can’t be bothered with it, not being able to use the best word is too constraining. I’ve done the rhyme thing and mostly wrote sonnets and the like during my @font-face { font-family: “Cambria”;}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: “Times New Roman”; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; } juvenilia.
left lying on the floor
where dropped
in route to somewhere other
turned it’s aspect
apart from and
saintly away
the moment smells of sweat
lying unrested
wearing a buckle attached
tight to a belt,
fastened loose, but
for safe keeping
left lying on the floor
where dropped, dark
brown, augments worn and pale planks
obfuscating
a vision, past, present
a moment varied
– Hoc Scripsi
image from Willow at Magpie Tales #46
Now I need a title. Again to reference the image without utilizing the image. Does the poem require the image?
I think I talk too much.
Especially in sleep.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 