Quixote redux

Quixote redux

A Poem by Joel M Frye

He awakens, sighs, bones acreak at every move.
Reaches for the boilerplate, straps on his rapier
wit (but half of once it was), takes an aching
hold of his rusty lance, and mounts the ancient keyboard.
In clattering, staccato bursts, they gallop through
acres of verse:  thatches of haiku and senryu,
prim English gardens of sonnet, manicured villanelles,
and mile after mile of untamed blank verse just like this.
All along the journey, he tilts at the ogres
in his mind, swiping in steady rhythm
at possesive pronouns replacing contractions,
your/you're...their/they're...its/it's...gah!
Set to charge full speed downhill from the
Valhallan heights of two courses of college English
at unedited mounds of unexamined thoughts, 
he fetches up sharply; slows to a trot, looking uphill
at the hordes of English majors
eyeing him and his keyboard
with malice aforethought.

© 2011 Joel M Frye


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And yet he continues forth no doubt in spite of adversities :) This is fabulous and i would hardly say your wit is less than it ever was :) Awesomely done :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


and I applaud him as this old gal is still struggling with to and too............Bravo Joel!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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