My thought hijacked punctuation
it spiked and dived in pendulous motion
tiny isomers burst in exclamation, before
I shunned their rhyming commotion
In angst, I thwarted the monotonous swings
setting my thought on a hyperbolic curve
in free space it rejoiced
surging in intense, ecstatic exultation
to a tumultuous celebration
of an inebriated mind
unshackled
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hello raj
This goes over my head. I assume it's my fault as I haven't written or read poetry for a while now but I wanted you to know I were here.
Hope all is well.
Hello Rula
Thanks for the visit and time. All I can say, this is meant to describe the stress and frustration I went through while trying structured forms of poetry (e.g. iambic foot , soft syllable & hard syllable) to the point my thoughts were shackled completely and the jubilation when I set them free...lol...
Regards,
Hi Raj
It was very upbeat...I go through the same thoughts about my writing when I try to keep it mathematical and rule-strewn.
I rebel...and feel energy surge and my lexis is free!
I'm happier with free form too. Like 'rhyming commotion'...sounds good!
Ellie :)
Raj
Loved this it portrayed a high of frustration, and cried for attention though if I read it right I wouldn't dare approach lol.
Yours Ian..
hello flamboyant boy
where have you been?
you are composing poetry
for higher order of being
how about folks like us
simple human beings
limpidly lying
in the incubators of poetry
still at our ignorance
we continue smiling!!!
abnormal human being
cater for me
that's what you must see....
thanks for the clarification raj
I understand that feeling too.
Thanks Ellie, Lovedly, Ian
Thanks Ellie, Lovedly, Ian and Rula for your time, read and comment. Good to know you could connect with the theme.
Regards,