Tag Archives: Povember

tenebrity

I just can’t quit writing poems. I’ll get back to regular word tastings, don’t you worry, but first, here’s a sonnet – posted in advance for my Patreon subscribers!

Now take my hand: the light is getting dim.
Our world is too soon turning from the sun.
The green has gone from every freezing limb.
The garish lighting season has begun.

Now hold my arm: the day is growing dark.
Electric candle armies seize the street.
We cannot safely walk across the park
For fear of slipping blindly in the sleet.

Now grasp my waist: the night has taken hold.
All life is flicking fireflies in the gloom,
And puffy parkas blindly scud the cold
As we watch through the window in our room.

Now pull the curtain; now pull me to you—
Tenebrity is warm and tender too.

rest

This year, I’m writing poetry for every word tasting in November. I’m calling it Povember. Today, to finish the month, a rondeau. I have enjoyed doing my word tastings as poetry for a month. I will probably keep doing so from time to time.

and then the rest my crust desired
because I was so very tired
so tired of cold, so tired of ice
so desperate for someplace nice
I found at last, for I conspired

intrigued, researched, and funds were wired
and offers taken unexpired
to swim in warmth and soak in vice
and then the rest

my passions soon were filled as fired
and wit and will were moist and mired
I softly found what must suffice
and need not learn the lesson twice
to take just what my lack requires
and then the rest

Florida

This year, I’m writing poetry for every word tasting in November. I’m calling it Povember. Today, a poem about the state I’m in: Florida for a week, and happiness at all the delicious words people have tweeted in response to a request.

Sesquipedalian Florida pulchritude:
Pamplemousse plethora betwixt the multitude;
Mulcting shenanigans, whimsical fortitude…

Pantoufle susurrus, absquatulation,
Limpid dirigible defenestration,
Moist copacetic galette inculcation;

Apotropaic persnickety bumbershoot,
Limp apoplectic crepuscular dragonfruit,
Gobsmacked, egregious, facetiously dissolute.

Antepenultimate sloth serendipity:
Quick cattywampus jejune iconicity…
Petrichor palimpsest, citrus apricity!

 

If you enjoy these, I’m happy… and I’m even happier if you want to sponsor Sesquiotica via Patreon—for as little as a dollar a month!

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