I am in poetic doldrums
everything I write seems trite.
Depression looms in wordless gloom.
‘Delete’ the most-used key.
I read some of my early work
to see what I have done
that pleased me at the time –
maybe I could write another one.
I am dragging myself on all fours into poetry, bumping against the walls of language. Here’s one I wrote in about 2007 when I was just starting out on the poetry path. How sesquipedalian I was in those days.
An Alliterative Love Poem Antonym and assonance, allograph and all these fancy phrases captivate me, and my mind enthrall. Semantic and phonetic, semiotic and phonemic lexical, indexical, these phrases are such bliss. Partially poetical, I start to reminisce. In verses, vowels are valuable while consonants console. Rhyme and rhythm conjugate to rock rhetoric soul. Theme and rheme, grapheme and morpheme, the length of many a line the metric mark of poesy is one that I extol. Envoi I started this alliteration My love to list for poesy And now, hell's bells and botheration This that I write is heresy.