Hey, when the rules say there is a free-form model, I say run with it. This inspires creativity.
Hmm...
Let me not take in,
but curl abed in full flight.
The feral sounds leap,
in cry to the hungry sky.
The stress right now at midnight...
Please ignore my post and continue. I was just experimenting.
Water falling tip drip
upon the sink below tap
clangs in room not near
not near at all to sinkfall
unfair the snare, the ear feels.
I gotta play with the regular thing before I can fool around.
I found myself blocking big english words automatically, swat. Probably a good thing.
I think I'm with Osso. This could get confusing, but it's too good to let go.
Cav?
So taking it from Osso's:
5-7-5-7-7
Abed in full flight
I take comfort in my dreams
Knowing I am safe
From intruders in my mind
They are only memories
I find this a bit confusing
not near at all to
teary eyes of solitude
hidden in darkness
aged among decrepit
conditioned to loneliness
Oh boy, good night. To bed I go. Ignore last post.
What was wrong with your last post?
Meh, we'll sort out the details tomorrow. I am in favour of sticking to the standard format, with allowances for creativity.
Dagnabbit....I've got it. New posters can start with any line or fragment of a 7-syllable line from the previous poster, but must make a new poem within the 5-7-5-7-7 structure.
Yes, that makes sense to me. Weary now, see ya tomorrow.
Oooookay. Should we start over?
Sure, go for it, fealola.
5-7-5-7-7
Cav wants emotion.
Should we share our deepest thoughts?
Should we let it bleed?
Do we hold back, here in space?
Let's follow his lead. Reach out.
Reach out! Reach out! Reach
out where, she sighed, murmuring
where, where, and then where,
then she turned, shoulder to sky
and knew, stepping over stones.
stepping over stones
she came closer to the truth
I will share with you
the things I can not tell all
the things I keep to myself
Then she turned, shoulder
to sky and realized her
fatal mistake. The
wheelchair brake was not in place....
her love went over the cliffs
Hmm, okay, going from fealola now:
I will share with you
all my dearest, deepest dreams
and all my fears too
and all I ask of you love
is to share your heart with me
I ask of you love
And understanding as well
I let you decide
what else to give to me, love
I trust your heart to be true
What else to give, love
asks what else to live loving
than a fine blanket
and a room with a window,
will you not stay then, with me?
