This is the last photograph post of September 2017, which was taken yesterday the 29th.
Month: September 2017
still life
fortification
vista
a tattered map on the dirt. segments
along the creases beginning to fray. yes,
it was not far going from here as the crow flies.
i, however, am on foot.
i envied the black-feathered wings
turning the world
into a lush and extravagant plat.
late september vines
liberation
on those days he could make it down
and up three flights with confidence
the old Marxist would visit us
at the coffeeshop by the sea
at the coffeeshop by the sea
we would be entengled in tales
of the struggle to liberate
the self from shackles of the self
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Looking for some help. I’m pretty sure that this poem is a kind of specific form of poety: consistant number of syllables per line, but chosen by the author (in my case 8), two four-line stanzas with the fifth line repeating the fourth line. I have done numerous searches, but am unable to find such a poem. If there be not, then let it be known that I offer a new poem form. I was thinking I’d call it a bridge poem, as in the fourth and fifth lines act as a bridge between the two stanzas. Thank you
Update: Until further noted, I will refer to these kind of poems as bridging poems. Don’t want people to think they are poems about bridges (although they might be from time to time). If anyone else out there in range of my virtual voice decides to do a bridging poem, let me know. I would like to read it.
