Words with me,
but imagine they
have other lives,
other families, their
own raison d'être.
In battle they’d carve
each other mid
syllable. In groups
they’d snub and snoot,
replete with synonym antics,
but today they assemble
making poems
intertwining
soulmates.
I really enjoyed the style I tried yesterday (with spacial elements, to be read in multiple directions), so I did that again today and paired it with yesterday's NaPo prompt of naming the poem after a song.
Does anyone happen to know if there's a name for this style of poetry, with lots of spacial elements? Would appreciate it if you could let me know, I'd love to do more research on it.
“Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.”
I feel Autumn's sweet surrender, brightest green to gold's burning sun. Folded colors in the wind, bright colors to the sky. My silk has gone to moisture, rising deep and warm. My body glistens beneath moonlight's caress as I find my way forever.
Tamara Rendell