Tag Archives: poetry

orange

This year, I’m writing poetry for every word tasting in November. I’m calling it Povember. Today, sapphic verse. Continue reading

monosyllabic

This year, I’m writing poetry for every word tasting in November. I’m calling it Povember. Today, a haiku.

monosyllabic
is not what it says it is
just like long

By the way, I record myself reading all my word tastings, including these poems. They’re usually up on the site (and on SoundCloud) by a week after, sometimes sooner, and they’re on Patreon for my patrons sooner than that.

weltschmerz

This year, I’m writing poetry for every word tasting in November. I’m calling it Povember. Today, a poem in the Anglo-Saxon style. Continue reading

alexithymia

This year, I’m writing poetry for every word tasting in November. I’m calling it Povember. Today, a terzanelle. Alexithymia is an inability to identify and describe emotions or to distinguish them from other sensations; alexithymic people tend to be very literal and concrete – and, of course, to be unable to talk about their emotions. This word was suggested by @nabetafish. Continue reading

metempsychotic

This year, I’m writing poetry for every word tasting in November. I’m calling it Povember. Today, rhyming triplets as in the Dies Irae, using words suggested by friends from Twitter: @sarathegood, @theoriginaledi, @Editor_Clark, @grammartable, @amateurdancer, @CurmudgeonChief, @jennie1ofmany, and @CollinsMandy.

day of danger, day of moggy
better kitty than a doggie
when the light of life grows foggy Continue reading

henceforth

This year, I’m writing poetry for every word tasting in November. I’m calling it Povember. Today, a cinquain.

these hands
sow these letters
on your humus tongue so
opulently words will burgeon
henceforth

slush, slosh

This year, I’m writing poetry for every word tasting in November. I’m calling it Povember. Today, a sonnet – in the Italian (Petrarchan) style. Continue reading

bologna

This year, I’m writing poetry for every word tasting in November. I’m calling it Povember. Today, a rondel. Listen to the audio for an important clue on how this is intended to be read. Continue reading

contextual

This year, I’m writing poetry for every word tasting in November. I’m calling it Povember. Today, a glosa, which is a form that bases itself on a quote from an existing poem. I’m basing this one on a snippet from “Language Is a Virus,” by Laurie Anderson.

Paradise
is exactly like
where you are right now
only much, much better.
—“Language Is a Virus,” Laurie Anderson

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thigmotropism

This year, I’m writing poetry for every word tasting in November. I’m calling it Povember. Today, a ghazal of sorts.

Thigmotropism, which has the stress on the second syllable, names the property of moving in response to touch: turning towards or away from a thing upon coming into contact with it. It’s often described in plants, but of course happens in more mobile entities as well. Continue reading