Today at dVerse Poets Form for All, Charles wants us to go all Dadaist and use Tristan Tzara’s cut-up lines and random words pulled out of a hat so as to capture that elusive flash of inspiration. I turned to a poem I had recently been struggling to write and mashing it up (appropriately enough) helped break down my mental barriers. And I’ve never used spaces much before, so this was additional experimentation. This was fun!
How long before it leaves me
was it fevered shock
what if it never strikes again
???
It came as a gurgle – and turned into hiss
Rattled
shook thunder
protest
groan-heaved
And when it finally shuddered out loose
it swept all before it ignored the well-worn
Ah, paths
Ah, old groove!
From near to afar that glisten of new
no mistakes yet to clutter
Cleanse all ye moods
longings adrift
upwind endless to explore
