Writing Exercises
The wheel cannot willfully–
not new as still-nude dawn–
be invented every day.
Still we work our brains,
poetry our chin-up bar,
re-wrought words our reps.
Expecting (regularly) Inspiration–
she, gartered, glad-handing,
as we, gripping pens, grapple.
Whips away, stockings running;
our words whistle after,
wheezing poetic (at least in part).
We moon till next dawn dawns,
but this time wisps of sibilance
blinker pink and blue.
Thumping rhythmically below,
a flat–tired, but still rolling–
yet another poem.
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What do you write about when you have nothing to write about? Writing!
A triversen is a form I’ve never heard of that was apparently developed by William Carlos Williams. The above is my attempt (ha!), inspired by the challenge (very well-explained) by Gay Reiser Cannon at dVerse Poets Pub for as part of its “Form for All” series. If you are interested in the form, check out Gay’s wonderful article.
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