A bottle of grains flung in the sand
harvest moon pregnant with damp
a world of murmurs subsiding to buzz
autographs given with minimum fuss
I wonder where all unspeakable is kept
in what tangle of lies it is wrapped
I wonder when we shall be whole
when the ravenous beast is full.
This is an experiment with near-rhymes or slant-rhymes, which are words that almost rhyme but not quite. As a very auditory person (I used to record lessons in high school, so that I could learn them better), I love playing around with rhymes and rhythms. I usually do far too little of that in my poetry.
This is the 100th poem that I’m posting to this blog – my hundredth poem since I started writing again in February 2012. It may not feel like much, an average of 5 a month, but it is such an improvement to my previous (zero) output! I can also report a change in attitude towards poetry. I used to think of it as a form of procrastination (to avoid having to deal with my novel). But I have now come to love it in its own right, to actually work at it and try out new things. In no small part, thanks to such a fantastic group as the dVerse Poets, so I’m dedicating my 100th poem to them.