“How awake can we become to the predefined spaces in which we live our physical, material, moral, emotional, energic and spiritual lives? To what extent can we create these lives by our own imagination, rather than by using our inventive powers to fit into a tight blueprint of reality?”~Jon Rappoport
Where is the love and when do I lie
to myself? I say it matters not
that you’re ghosting me. You’re the bad guy
with allegations, a scatterplot
and no discourse! I’m dangerous
you say, breaking-the-rules insane.
You’d ban these books so traitorous.
rippling through society
endings sow anxiety
we fingerpoint and blame.
our resolutions
create solutions
if we sit down
be still and find
a peaceful sound
beyond the story
lines, the noose around
necks metaphor. Be
awed. We are earthbound.
Pride topples as the storms
dissolve our old platforms
and we create new norms.
Dance each powerful sun flare,
clearing our essential air.
Finally we imagine free.
Inspired by: Endings, Awe, Allegation, Topple, and the OctPoWriMo Day 25 Prompt, break the rules (Stretch, Disorder, Chaos, Expand, Anarchy) and create your own poetry form.
My new poetry form starts with a 9-syllable ABAB quatrain, followed by an 8-syllable CDC tercet, a seven-syllable couplet EE, a six-syllable single line D, a five-syllable couplet FF, a four-syllable tercet GHG, a five-syllable quatrain IGIG, a six-syllable tercet JJJ, a seven-syllable couplet KK, and a single line of 8 syllables with internal rhyme. (Simply, stanza-wise, it’s 4-3-2-1-2-3-4-3-2-1.) I call it Victoria. Unless someone has already done it.
