"spillover" poems
This is for the dear teacher
Who was once training me
For a programme where I was
Going to recite some beautiful poetry
To a girl all of fourteen,
Fresh, energetic, and naive
She gave a piece of advice and inadvertently,
Changed the course of her life
Yes, life!
Here's roughly what she said-
*Ghazal, you do NOT have to
Pause at the end of each line!
Because sometimes in poems
The sentence may continue
Beyond, so let the words flow
Like a Conversation,
And you'll notice how much better
Will sound your recitation*
Something absolutely plain, yet
So meaningful, that today I wonder,
If she hadn't told me this simple secret
When would I, by myself, discover
That my words were allowed to spillover
Into the next line!
I can only look back in amazement
To thank her, and thank her some more
For saving all of that precious, poetic time
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
oh no
cut me
here and
here and
here
i’m
less than
what?
spokes in the rain
a spillover on highway
nowhere
i lapped your scent
til my heart
burst
mangled and
helpless
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
Nothing
but a thought
ful
misinterpreted metal man
carved of an art
ist's
chisel block,
tarn
ished by history and hate
red
roses always bloom be
hind
The light that illuminates
the beach watchers.
my
beach watchers.
I will alter for you.
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 1:53 AM UTC
i feel as if everything is on it's brink
things keep turning, a preventative measure
it's not enough to lessen the pressure
and honestly if it were to tip and fall
perhaps i just wouldn't care at all
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 9:03 PM UTC