Birds of kinship
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The previous posting is "Albatross", that I got by grinding down a sonnet. My sonnets are crappy, usually. Anyway, then I puffed up "Albatross" into this fresh
crappy sonnet
well I can't help it, there is no known treatment for the condition.
crappy sonnet
well I can't help it, there is no known treatment for the condition.
Birds of kinship
Waymaker, from my wondering you flee, sister of storms, sleek calms, the voyaging swells, white-winged over a dreamworld's wide weird sea, around the globe of heavens, the globe of hells, then somehow make your way again to me. I am your island, waymaker: only your rock for meetings where your mate arrives according to that clock, his heart, stone-free and wed to wandering but when shared life drives your wings to seek my stone and rest - and speak! You're my life, waymaker, all your kind: do you create the seas you voyage in? You soar, long-lost by my horizoned mind, some day returning like a soul's lost twin! Waymaker, search the seas of Time and find the unknown for the known - these parted kin. |
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| The title to this one caught my eye. Your commentary is quite funny in your description section, but I don't think this is crappy as your imagining. Your meter flows well, even though I realize you haven't written it strictly metrically, but it is nice that you've maintained a basic pattern rhythmically. I think you've also incorporated some nice images and quite poetic ideas. These two lines here are lovely: sister of storms, sleek calms, the voyaging swells, white-winged over a dreamworld's wide weird sea, I like the alliteration you've used, it adds a nice touch. My first form poem was a sonnet, so I have a sort of kinship with the sonnet and also the ballad in terms of form poetry, and always enjoy reading other poet's sonnets. Enjoyed this one. | Posted on 2012-08-15 00:00:00 | by emwren | [ Reply to This ] | One of the most interesting prayers to the cosmic life force I've ever read. It's like, down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugueness, preterite renditions and all. One big happy estranged ensemble orchestration. Audible augur, accidence ambience acoustics and lucidly lurid lechery. | Bruce | Posted on 2012-04-02 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] | |
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