She asked me to treat
her like a poem and I
obliged. I laid her
out like a first
line that I loved
And I went to
work.
I kept her in free
verse, as meter infringed
upon her independent
nature. We didn't rhyme any-
way.
I added
enjambment
since we always tried to
get a word in edge-
wise, which brought me to
our crux: Who gets
the last
word?
If she's the poem, these words
are her; but I'm the poet, so
that makes them mine. No-
body wanted a fight, so
the poem
was thrown
away.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
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I think that your poems have been super inspired lately, and quite honestly, I love the idea here. You may have the makings of a collection forming. I like the last line of the second stanza and it's matter-of-factnes.s I also like the enjambment when you mention enjambment. I like the last stanza too and the idea that sometimes we have to do something painful in order to save ourselves from more pain. In writing and in relationships the tendency is to hold on to a "good" idea in order to try to make it work which can be super frustrating at times
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