Job : Poetry

Got too caught up in politics last night and, in bed, retrained my mind towards something else...a non-political poem.

 

Forms and structure

Click,

Telling you how to perform,

Constricting

You folow, you bend

Your energies to their will.

Click and send.

 

Next forming

Random rejections left dangling

In the void of no returns.

 

You are in this form

This ticking box

Dark lines abound,

Without sound.

Hope.

 

You click.

 

A mime artist doing all the right things

without consolation,

You click,

You type,

You point,

You scream inside,

Rage and fall

Into hype.

Reviews

[Emily B]

I look at well-meaning reviewers . . . they say the flow isn't so good here . . . I guess they never think those things are intentional. . . I meant for the lines to be a little hard to get through . . .

[Narnie]

The cogs turning, clicking into place, hype is good isn't it? Sometimes... it 'rages the machine' to use a well hyped example, heheh. I like the clean cut of this Wulfy. (Line 5: folow, follow?) Please keep these coming. You're so good at them.

[Emily B]

I was invited to my daughter's class last year to talk about writing poetry. I had a lot of fun. The children wrote several pieces. The teacher changed schools, but I hear she's looking for me to come back again. Exciting to be able to teach others to love what we love.