So last night I remembered to post Thursday’s poem … then forgot about Friday’s. So tonight I’ll post Friday and Saturday and put myself back on track. Sleep deprivation never plays out well for me. Why haven’t I learned this lesson yet? Stubborn, I think that’s what this is called. Or perhaps denial. In any case, my utter exhaustion continues. Feh.
My Zeno poems continue, too.* Not long ago, I was struggling with the long first line and how to make it balance with the rest of the poem. No longer. I wouldn’t say I’m comfortable with that line now, but my problem with the last three to five lines of the poem far overshadow my not-at-all-trouble-like trouble with the first line. I can move fairly easily through at least the first five lines … and then something switches off, or slides out of position. Something. I know part of it is my desire to avoide what yesterday I called the sing-song-y feel of that 4/2/1 rhythm. But I think there’s more to it than that. For example, here’s the poem I wrote Friday:
When did I forget how to fly?
How to open
loud, bawdy songs?
of doubt, of fear
It sounds reasonably ok until I get through with the loud, bawdy songs … and then it kind of falls apart. My brain just seems set against that last half of the pattern. Not sure what that’s about. I’m trusting that I’ll write my way past it if I keep going with these poems through month’s end.
An now tonight’s poem, inspired by walking home and tilting my head up as I passed under my neighbor’s now-blooming apple tree and catching that delicious, barely-there perfume:
Apple blossoms light my walk
green scent of spring,
Sweet air surrounds,
where are you now,
* A Zeno has ten lines and following pattern: syllables = 8/4/2/1/4/2/1/4/2/1, rhymes = a/b/c/d/e/f/d/g/h/d.