At dVerse Poets today, Anna is encouraging us to experiment with poetic forms and language. I’ve chosen to ‘minimise’ or ‘reduce’ the unyieldy sauce of an old but previously unused poem.
I found my old lovers on Facebook.
They all had wives and kids>
Remarkably unpining after my charms,
nor did they realise what my fecund ideas
might have done to their lives.
Instead of world creation
bland holiday snaps.
Instead of creativity, those endless quiz results.
One had gone to seed
cow-like in pasture
happy in his ruminations,
aside from the fray.
Once angular faces now rotundly benign,
with eyes that flashed danger
now dulled by routine
The reduced form of this is as follows:
Old lovers on Facebook,
all partnered, with kids,
no pining for my charms,
or fecund ideas.
Creativity reduced to quizzes.
Rumination in pastures.
Dangerous angles rotundly benign.
Routine contentment now ruling their world.