I am traditional. Each line I write Starts with a capital.
I’ve gotten slurs, Have had to plead my case Give reasons for… Well, can’t say more: It looks right, feels right, lights my fire. Capitals inspire!
Upper case to start a line Seems to define a poem As does a rhyme and meter. And it seems to me, a writer/reader That the message is delivered stronger, More aesthetically and stylishly Than when composed and written out In form that’s free Of commas, brackets, sentences, Spelling, colons (and the semi-…) All the marks that clarify, Unifying all and any…
Upper case in verse Is not a race or contest To see who is best. Upper case is, in this case A quest for knowledge, Autobiographic collage: Search and synthesising: To two eyes that just may realise A Self and what’s behind: The mind and whatsoever else I find. (Or should I say whoever else…). But never mind, I face the upper case dissent With quiet acquiescence, And perpetuate, to celebrate Tradition.
The Case For Upper Case 1.12.2020 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin