I sing to my evolving hands
a symphony of pain
the agony a metaphor
for what I can’t explain.
The rugged and the rough terrain
of what I have endured
allow my soul to understand.
Cold comfort I’ve secured
by fighting what I know is sure
and so my arms demand:
the signal travels from my brain
to my dissolving hands.
- Note Part 1:
I have joined the self-proclaimed “Best Thing to Happen to the Poetry Blogosphere since Sliced Metaphors” — and yes, I am talking about poetisphere. Started by two poet-bloggers whose work I admire, Andrew and Billy, the site promises to be a great discussion site/destination for other poet-bloggers.
Imagine my surprise when I logged in tonight and saw I had been given an assignment. My task was to complete a poem using a first line entered from that site. I did that above (although I do admit to adding a “to” for metrical reasons (hope that is OK!!)).
So, now my turn.
The First Line:
“The spinning cyclone spoiled the sky”
Daniel from Finally Getting Somewhere
(side note — ever notice how there are a large number of poets named Daniel, or is it just me?).
- Note part 2:
This is the first poem I have written in what I hope will be a new rhyming scheme… I call this a cyclone poem, as the rhyme swirls around within the poem itself. Cyclone poems can be written in increments of 12 lines (12, 24, 36, etc) with any metrical length or style. The one rule is the rhyming structure, which follows:
As you can tell, the structure of the rhyme means that the end sounds return and return, whirling around and building (I hope) an internal intensity. Care to try to write a cyclone poem?