Tragedy of Form

Tragedy of Form

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Genre: Poetry

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Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

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Summary

Looking at my old poetry, I prefer them; less technically accurate, without so much form or structure but more emotional. I knew what I was trying to say. Now I focus too much on form, and I feel that some of that emotion is lost, perhaps. Maybe I'm just talking shit. I don't know. Sonnet.
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Summary

Looking at my old poetry, I prefer them; less technically accurate, without so much form or structure but more emotional. I knew what I was trying to say. Now I focus too much on form, and I feel that some of that emotion is lost, perhaps. Maybe I'm just talking shit. I don't know. Sonnet.

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Submitted: May 19, 2017

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Submitted: May 19, 2017

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“You feel the emptiness inside, don’t you?”

The man beside me asks me quietly.

I turn to him, surprised, but solemnly

Recite a poem’s lines that once I knew.

People stare at us two, utter strangers,

 Two people knowing words that no-one knew,

A poem by a poet undisclosed.

The rhyme is lost, the structure gone away

But we don’t care, not we, for once we wrote

Our poems free of form or rhyme as well.

Those days are gone, lamented by a few

But not to one of our respective crowds

Whom listening intently hear the sounds

But do not grasp their meanings, never found.


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