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Here's some stuff I wrote last year - I was doing it on one of the writers's forums as a project . . .
Day 1
Stand there, feet flat on floor, 'bout six inches apart; breathe in and out and keep your hands at your sides - gently smile - turn everything over to the goddess of Monday - breathe! Stand there!
Carly Svamvour - May, 2004
Day 2
Twenty fourth of May; 'twas the Queen's Birthday and all were given a holiday - she who is the Goddess of Monday mornings was off work - looked on as I dug up weeds that would make do. There were about twenty
THAT IS a form called 'rictameter'. Some of you already know this, but I'm just explaining it for the benefit of anyone whodoes not. Sometimes I forget to make enough lines on it, but what you're supposed to do is start with two syllables then do 4, then 6, then 8, then 10 - then you work your way back.
You end up with this . . .
2 4 6 8 10 8 6 4 2
There's rules to this form - the first two syllables must be the same as the last two in your poem.
You should strive to make longer lines say something on their own.
I don't always make it.
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Day 3
Sensational Salivations
Scrump-delicious - all you can eat - sensational salivations offered free. Here's my plate, top it up for me.
I'll pass on the intercourse maybe settle for the second; lemon pies . . . oh, yes! Yes! fork by fork!
Watch the gluten, eh? Pooh! I'll turn it over to the Goddess of Monday Morning.
She always takes the weekend off.
Carly Svamvour - May, 2004
THAT WASN'T any form in particular - I just made it up as I wrote it.
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SAME WITH this one here - nothing in particular, as to traditional form - a free style, I guess . . .
Day 4
Most of my poems just say what I feel at the time they're written. Like these ones of late
a m b l i n g
on about walks in parks, goddesses, the ones in charge of days like Monday, all the weeds I pick up, transplant . . .
Well, I could be doing worse.
Carly - May, 2004
AS YOU CAN see, I was heavily into the gardenin' when I did that project.
Day 5
This morning I waded into it; didn't even take a few minutes to pray, take a deep breath, write to anybody or anything - I just walked out the door and threw my arms to the sky, singing some low version of the hallejulia chorus, even a few bars of Argentina.
I took to it well; by Sunday night, my shorts and shirt will still be slightly damp, and my hair will still have those few bits of chestnut blossom entwined in the raggles I haven't taken the time to brush.
When the Goddess of Monday Morning will say 'Well? Did you have a nice weekend?'
I will try to be modest.
I DON'T think I published any of those - I might have sent them out to publishers and got them back as rejections - don't really remember right now.
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