renegade verses

Even though the carefully constructed stanzas

were designed to produce satisfying tastes

renegade verses ablaze like red plasma

leapt from the poem on a ravenous chase

Into little flames licking, envious, abased.

What smallest of arcing upon drying leaves

cast forests afire charred and defaced,

belching autonomous flickering, viral disease.

And the dear, humbled poet drops to his knees

blistering, melting through the cracks of his floor

crying, "this isn't the way I meant it to be!"

yet after consumed the blaze strengthens more. 

The poem, seared and broiled though it be,

left a scar tissue manuscript, the poet's ashes secede.

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

Perfect title and description of the craft overtaking the creator, Xavier. The last two lines are killer.

[KAOlmsted]

Holy cats, this is so true for me...more so with my fiction than my poetry, but I could absolutely relate to this. I know exactly what I want my characters to do and yet, when it comes time to write it all out, they have a completely different agenda and they hijack my manuscript *laugh* I usually just let go and let them run free...if I like it, I use it...if I don't, I chuck it in a 'spare parts' document and try to salvage my sanity with the outline ;-) Great work here. Thanks so much for sharing this with us!

[AYVID N]

A poem takes on it's own life. It has it's own mind that sometimes goes beyond the poet. A brilliant thought process! Loved Renegade Verses

[Giggling Star]

This is what happens when the alter-ego takes over LOL :) Good expression of how you can start with an idea and it gets "out of control".

[m.s.early]

(: indeed it is. Thank you so much :)

[Daniel Dawes]

Enjoyed this read and your use of words in it. Thanks for sharing :)

[m.s.early]

(: thank you daniel :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love the last two stanzas...

we personify our poems then they get really cocky and turn on us...

but we give them life, so we might expect to get scarred...and maybe our ashes will secede...leave us like our poems leave us to take on a life of their own.

[m.s.early]

(: thank you for understanding jacob. you're comments are appreciated :)

[Lyn Anderson]

Yeah, gotta hate it when that happens. Seriously, you can put a literary twist on any subject matter. I feel like my poems are just kindergarten meanderings up against some of your stuff.:)

[m.s.early]

Thank you very much KL. I would like to suppose we all have others on here that make us feel that way. If you haven't already check out a poet in my friends list... lee von kleef.

[Frieda P]

I adore this quirky, clever write. I'm in love with poetry about poetry, this is one of most intriguing one's I've read. You went through the gamut of emotions we all feel as poets. Who knew a belching autonomous read could be so enthralling? ;-)

[m.s.early]

Frieda, you bless me dear poet :)

[Mockingbird]

an artist's temperament is such that outside forces have the power to pervade his art whether positively or negatively. each as intense as the other. there's no control over it. the poet will suffer the verses that come spewing out of his pen.

[m.s.early]

Mockingbird, thank you for such a well versed and insightful review. Your pen has a way of illuminating your brilliance :)