Words go up,
Words come down.
Forwards, backwards,
Twisted round.
Every word,
Is juxtaposed.
Now rearranged,
Then transposed.
Countless words,
To recall.
Many long,
Many small.
Then finally,
You persevere.
Another poem,
Worded clear.
Another excellent poem Shaun...this one vividly and articulately describes the writing experience. The last stanza seals it for me...a pristine perfect summing up. I usually begin with reams of utter chaos and then refine things into some semblance of order; using a variety of time honoured poetic techniques. Anyway, It's defiinitely a 10 from me!
Thanks Dominic for your generous comments and I usually begin to write a poem by tearing my own hair out trying to find my scribbled notes.The bigger the poem the bigger the search. And only a few times I find hard to break away from 'The Zone', for ideas and poems are everywhere. Thanks again and take care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dominic I always wanted to write a rhymed four versed poem with three words or less in every line. Why? Because I like making a rod for my own back and setting myself a poetry challenge from time to time. Now if I can write a rhymed fairly long poem with just two words in every stanza's lines, that a great challenge and where the real poetry rub lies. Thanks for the comment and take care.