Category Archives: Writing

Edits

When writing metered rhyming poetry,a syllable should not be thrown away.A wasted phrase amounts to felony(as lines are few, each word should have its say).If I may risk reverse humility,then here’s how I might edit Ms Millay: I burn the … Continue reading

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My Fussiness

One of the reasons I seldom read verseis cause I can’t help seeing lazy mistakes.And modern pop lyrics amount to much worse –they’re staler than yesterday morning’s pancakes.

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Magic Feather

My magic feather was the exercise.I thought I had to move to find a themeto write about and wax a little wise,but even in this sedentary stream,I tend to cogitate, complain, and dream.I can’t retard the process if I tried,and … Continue reading

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The Power Grid Ending

My internet went down the other night.My lightbulbs flickered and they gave a blink.The grid that gives us grist for heat and lightis failing more and limping more and old.The infrastructure’s folding from a heightwe used to brag about and … Continue reading

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Sick Day

A little ill, I’m taking Monday off.I will not work or exercise today.My cold has now matured into a cough,and I prescribe long rest, computer play,an easy book with nothing wise to say,avoiding interactions I won’t miss,and soup. I plan … Continue reading

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Pass

When I advise or recommend to you,and you discard my words or don’t attend,no longer will I quibble or pursue:ignore and I won’t bore you any more.But nor am I responsible. I’ll lendand then return what you decline to learn.That … Continue reading

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Impossible

For years I’ve heard there isn’t any rhymefor “orange,” but it hasn’t made me groan.The word I want to use, time after time,is “month,” and I’m afraid it stands alonewithout the right to end a metered linein any form of … Continue reading

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Note

I took a break in Twenty Seventeen.The record shows two dozen days withouta post, and though my stanzas often meana jot of journal – what my day’s about –I see no clue on printed page or screento why the interruption. … Continue reading

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Day Off Call Off

I planned a Sunday off. I laid in food.I didn’t try to make a friendly date.I figured to indulge a lazy mood,enjoy some Autumn weather, cogitateabout no news and let concerns abate.I lasted for an hour, but I missthe like … Continue reading

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Recording

Committed to remembering my timeof consciousness, I’ve told my tales for years.I’ve noted little episodes in rhyme,and often journalized. I don’t have fearsof Alzeimer’s – my memory’s sublimeand durable, or so it still appears.But lately I’ll admit I’ve contemplatedperhaps true … Continue reading

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