Here’s the poem I fell asleep in the middle of typing last night:
This decision breaks decisions.
how I’ll live. I’m
scared but moving —
Wonder what I’ll fall asleep without publishing tonight? That’s the second time this week I’ve conked out in the middle of trying to post. I’m not sure why this week has been so exhausting, but it has. Hopefully the weekend will bring a little time for sleeping.
As for the Zeno-writing,* I’m still not feeling fluid. A couple have come easily — the first one I wrote (the one Heidi turned into a song) and the “lilac memory” one — the rest not so much. The rhythm is still alluding me, feeling forced rather than free, and something about the 4/2/1 lines always reads too sing-song-y to me. I kind of like this one, but can feel that there is still a very long way to go.
For now, the only place I have to go is the Land of Nod. Just realizing that there will be no time for sleeping in this weekend, that I have early-day things planned for both Saturday and Sunday. Alas.
* A Zeno is a ten-line poem. Syllables: 8/4/2/1/4/2/1. Rhyme: a/b/c/d/e/f/d/g/h/d.