Monday, March 25, 2013




HOLE (noted)
"each hoisting forever upward his burden"


Each shriek,
hoisting a heavy tome
somehow calligraphic,
upwards as dust
a new music, old
burden, unbreathed.

Each bar stumbled from
hoisting hymnals
forever humming
upward, arpeggiatic
a soul, saxophonic
burden, burnished.

Each solo, flat sharp,
hoisting a hammer
forever falling,
towards
the ash-black
burden, airborne.

Each scream almost
hoisting down heaven.
forever. flaming
upwards. hell-bent.
your passion's single
burden. burning.

I'm thinking of revising this poem from the above form (which is a quotilla) to a form I call the B-Bop Solo, where I start with a quotilla, but then use normal enjambment and variations of the original phrase. I have written more successful poems like this than I have quotilla and it may become my favorite form to work in. The first revision looks like this;


HOLE (noted)
"each hoisting forever upward his burden"

Each shriek hoisting
a heavy tome
ssomehow calligraphic,
upwards as dust
a new music,
old burden, 
unbreathed.

Each bar stumbled
from
hoisting hymnals,
forever humming upward
arpeggiatic
a soul, 
saxophonic
burden, 


burnished.

Each solo, 
flat sharp,
hoisting a hammer
forever falling
towards
the ash-black
burden, 


airborne.

Each scream
almost
hoisting 


down heaven
forever
flaming
upwards


hell-bent,
your passion's
single
burden. 


burning.

And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)

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