I wrote this yesterday for Napo 3, to Mz Quickly’s prompt and using a few of Elizabeth’s words:
as a means
by which we find
common ground with others ~
insult, cruelty, harm ~
to make beauty,
written or said aloud ~
For Day 4, Mz Q suggests we look at some of our recent poems and re-write them in a different style from our habitual one. I have failed. I think.
Yesterday’s cinqku, a poem of extreme form –
bigger than a haiku, smaller than sonnet –
contained a word or two from a list
and a little quasi-wisdom from me.
Mz Quickly’s advice is re-write it,
going against the grain;
but the grain is too entrenched in me
to be able to change.
these are the stumbling blocks
on the way to a different poem.
I would love to change my style, my poetic voice –
I would if I could but I can’t.
I’ve managed to mess up the rhythm,
avoid using rhyme, eschew poetic form,
vary the lineation – maybe that’s the most I can do.