Sieve tight, I allow Only the smallest Part (s) I cle (ave) From quarted Sentences, To be held In oak vessels, In hope The (ir) dimensions Splinter casks, obliging Amarone words to puddle on the floor.
wow kyle, this is a really cool idea. what kind of poem is this (as in is there a name for the form)? i felt as if i was reading a puzzle so to speak. you connect to both the verbal aspect and visually artistic aspect (through the interesting punctuation) when a person is reading a poem. i've never read anything like it.
I'm not exactly sure the name of the form. I'm sure its out there some where. I should look it up. It reminded me of goosbumps books I read when I was little and you could choose what chapter you wanted to go to. I was trying to have the words, the ideas, and the structure all be laid out the same, kinding of like a reverb or echo effect, everything continuing whats already happened.
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wow kyle,
this is a really cool idea. what kind of poem is this (as in is there a name for the form)? i felt as if i was reading a puzzle so to speak. you connect to both the verbal aspect and visually artistic aspect (through the interesting punctuation) when a person is reading a poem. i've never read anything like it.
roz
p.s. lets free style soon
p.s.s. oh wait, i can't free style
I'm not exactly sure the name of the form. I'm sure its out there some where. I should look it up. It reminded me of goosbumps books I read when I was little and you could choose what chapter you wanted to go to. I was trying to have the words, the ideas, and the structure all be laid out the same, kinding of like a reverb or echo effect, everything continuing whats already happened.
kt
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