Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

4.27b

I'm not going to punctuate these poems like I probably should. SEE here's the thing. Katy was in a poetry-writing class at Andrews, and they discussed things like punctuation and rhythm (which has one, non-standard vowel, bytheway) and meter and rhyme and such. One glorious poet in the class did not understand the [thitherto undiscussed] concept of cohesion, and wrote a wonderful poem in which various housepets appeared on unexplained lecterns for the sake of the rhyme. The poem was about winter, so why these elements made an appearance is beyond me.
Anyhow, I plan to be like that poet when I grow up.

I used to know several old men
who balancéd plates on their shins.
These shin-balance men
did giggle and grin
whenever they balancéd ten.

And I know that the rhyme scheme is aabba, but I like this too.

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