The rhyme is torn asunder
Shivers of intent trace a path up his spine
Delicious sensations the taste of success
There are bruised sentences and smashed punctuation
The bloody smell of words left by the wayside to rot
The freedom to savage the tame verbage gives him joy
He is silent in his satisfaction
Mar 07, 2011
Poetic Carnage...
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Dear sir Gee,
This sounds like a "Killer" poem. I like what you have done with it but am curious to know how it would have read had you rhymed it. That's an idea! Why not write two versions, one rhymed and one not? I can almost see Killer standing there with arms crossed his chest and a smile of broad satisfaction on his face!
love, Cat
Killing the poem...
I have been rhyming so much lately, that I had the thought that maybe I should do something without rhyming. Hence the poetic carnage. Heh, heh, heh. But for you... maybe I will write another in rhyme! Love ya, ~ Gee P.S. I hope you like the "Killer" poem I just posted.
OMG! THE CARNAGE! There are letters strewn everywhere!
hehehe I love this. hehehe :-D
Props to the dismembered G.
I was...
quite pleased with the destruction wrought in this fun little write. Thanks for the read, glad you liked it! ~ Gee
You weren't so...
very far off the mark this time! I just wanted to do something other than rhyming for a change, and thought that I could be really brutal. After all, They are just words! Love ya, ~ Gee
Ouch! Splat! Take that!
Ouch! Splat! Take that! And That!
I hate vivisectioning words, the smell, oh the smell!
~A
I've heard...
that a little mentholated rub under the nose helps. Heh, heh. ~ Gee
mental image formed:
Edward Scissorhands of poetry.
In his workshop gone amok,
the poet turns phrases -
carving, bludgeoning, amputating
Laconic struggle with words
Almost kill or be killed
craftsman's skill
wanton serial killers den
poor words, lucky words!
Such joy to experience
a refreshing change of scene.
Change of scene...
is what I was after. You write a pretty good scenario, yourself. Thanks for the read, and the movie plot. You might want to expand on that, it could prove very interesting. ~ Gee
carnagerie
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Gone amok in his workshop
this poet turns phrases -
with his open toolbox
he tackles his task and
amputates, bludgeons & carves
hacks at treasures in the attic
this Laocoonic struggle with words
leaves him to kill or be killed
only his craftsman's will prevails in
a wanton serial killer's den
oh the poor words, lucky words!
In the end results a sculpted work
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I do...
really appreciate that some poets are driven to write a poem of comments to respond to my work. It means that I have inspired them, in some way. Thank you, ~ Gee
Thanks Shirley...
I had fun doing it, and I think that last line is my favorite too. It underscores the theme, and makes it more understandable. Love ya, ~ Gee
hi geeze
Sounds like some editor you've run across lol.....................stan
Not an editor...
but a college professor. She was all for being very laconic in one's approach to poetry, and was utterly ruthless in cutting out anything that she felt was not absolutly necessary to the understanding of a work. As might be expected, she was a big fan of Haiku! Funny but now that I see her in mind's eye, she was a very spare and brief example of womanhood, much as her approach to the written word. Chuckle, chuckle ~ I expect that she would have been a big fan of texting also, and would have embraced the lol's and such, with fevor. ~ Gee
Might pass this on-
To Thal. She'd love the first line.
Probably write a poem sprung from it.
I'll let you know if she does.
Yes...
Please do! ~ Geez.
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