Week 5 ‘Ongoing poetry game’ at #ModPo ~ but not sure i’m unblocked from posting poems there yet – dunno what that’s about, clearly i can’t write a poem to save my life!
constraint: to use the ten prompted key words in this thing called ‘ottiva rima’ – and no i won’t capitalise the term! that’s so unnecessary…
i probably failed for not writing in regular meter (should be spelt metre, but it confuses people with measuring! we don’t learn formal meter in general UK population because language does not work like machine code and we’re meant to develop natural language and our humanity!) So this is my first attempt at the challenge and of this particular form:
[untitled, free verse attempting the ‘ottiva rima’ form]
There’s no time for rhyme in a world gone mad why
reckoning while no king – no patriarchy –
bourgeoisie to decline – resist and deny –
our birds tear at torn skies, creatures all born free
determine red – green – gold-blue star upon nigh
– so – little that’s polite in hierarchy
to remind it’s obscene, when facts show as – farced –
so much that’s not true in the present and past.
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