My Contribution to National Poetry Month…

Here are the rules:

14 line ruining poem (so yea, a sonnet) with syllabic count of 9 to 11 syllables in each line.

The first line is repeated in the last line (with variation if you choose).

The second line of the poem should change our impression of the last line in an unexpected way (so yea, a ghazal).

The second line is repeated and becomes the third line.

The fourth line of the poem should change our impression of the third line in an unexpected way.

This continues until the penultimate line becomes the first line of the couplet that leads to the final (and first) line.

For the variation of the repeated lines, it is useful to think of the aa’ b scheme of the blues form.

I hope you make one or even some.

Yours always,

(From jerichobrown.com)

he loves me not

lust is a lion dressed in lamb’s wool.
a wiggling worm on a hook tantalizes…
 
            a wiggling worm on a hook tantalizes,
            and tempts a trout into batter and pan.
 
battered trout in a pan will treat a man.
tricks of men tempt women to love them.
 
            a man tempts women with tricks of lust,
            and ticklings with lip tasting tongues.
 
i tasted her lips without a tickle
too soon. did i tempt her or treat her?
 
            i treated her too soon to temptation.
            temptation cause confusion. lust/love
 
i have confused lusting with loving.
lust is a lion dressed in lamb’s wool.

Uranus and Mars

We made love a battle of lies and lust.
We died satisfied without the truth.
 
            I died unsatisfied with the truth.
            Me spinning backwards with rings of rocks and ice.
 
My rings of rotating rocks and ice.
Your red face and moons and flames of wrath.
 
            You’re red with moons and flames of wrath.
            We’re tornadoes and volcanic eruptions.
 
Our volcanic eruptions tornado,
And mimic our moments of making love.
 
            Our love making mimics a battle.
            Lust lies on love, and then it combusts.
 
Love combusts when combined with lies and lust.
Our love died in a battle of lies and lust.

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