Forms. I’ve run away from poetic forms because they seemed too…structured? I don’t know. Whatever the reason, poetic forms made/make me feel insecure. But. I must’ve (insert any number of cliches about change here) because I’m all for trying a new form or two now. Tonight, I try the golden shovel. My proto-version at least. Wish me luck. Ha!
I Never Knew I Liked
taken from The Things I Didn’t Know I Loved
by Nazim Hikmet
I try to write without the I
that sees things askew, never
the straight plane everyone knew
the world to be, without that I
the who I’ll be is lost to the me I liked
[Golden Shovel rules: Use each word in the line (or lines) as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order.]
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