Blatantly, ambition and condition aren't at peace.
Flagrantly, the vagary inside me might not cease.
Everything could feasibly see amity decrease.
Everything could easily get reason to decease.
Atrophy's apostrophe got postured to subact
Classic methodology till class was not what lacked.
Difficulty, hopefully, can't push me to retract
Journeying for destiny of dignity and tact.
Arrogance and angriness raise angle of dismay;
Maintenance may straighten this, aid gradient's decay.
Salience of sapience, on plainness, can sashay.
Planate pitch from patient fix I'll claim for liss one day.
I liked the inside rhyme of atrophy and apostrophe.
ReplyDeleteThe bookends of rhyme here create a great effect...very sandwich-y.
ReplyDeleteIt's like rhyme is the only thing that's real in the world, other than the ability to fuck someone else up ever so slightly.
ReplyDeleteyours is the only blog that forces me to get the dictionary! its a mystery how you keep coming up with such impossible rhymes without losing sense.
ReplyDeletethanks also for all your perceptive comments.they mean a lot.
also, can I just slip in a bit of unsolicited advice? ur distinctive style is wonderful and shows your command over diction.could you use that talent to try other styles, just to branch out a bit? otherwise you may find urself being restricted to too narrow a path.just think about it.
great movement man
ReplyDeleteThis poem has everything! Thanks for the word snack. :)
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed how you used words, Jack. You are great with rhyme, internal rhyme as well as end rhyme.
ReplyDeleteAbin has a good point! He is a wise poet.
You do very well with the rhythm and rhyming.......Abin has offered an interesting suggestion. I'd love to see what you do with other, perhaps freer, forms.
ReplyDeleteSay it aloud three times fast!
ReplyDeleteI'm in awe of the seemingly effortless way with words you have, Jack.
good rhyming tongue twister.
ReplyDeleteLove the tongue twisty-ness. :)
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