drawing her figure, on canvas of my mind, I lost the rest of her
she sat straight while I stared at her, and when she noticed, I looked away
writing her premise on my wrist with finger quill, I breathed her in
she stood up to leave, twirling her curls; I followed motion of her feet
yearning for her to look back at me, I gulped in rapid drinks of air
she was gone, leaving a trail behind, of her lilac, orange perfume
reclining on the couch, I surmised the baffling curves of her stature
she didn’t appear again, it was the very last I had seen of her
cradling the memory of her image, I hide behind the red drape
she was some one I had desired, but never accepted, it wasn’t love
silencing sound of her laughter, I manipulate myself to sleep
she is somewhere thriving in fine arts, suturing me to random past
reminiscing, I grieve to grudge her, shriek to spite her, dream to daunt her
she reflected a beautiful picture of what could have been crafted
I couldn’t sleep when I had her; I can’t after I had deserted her
she was hoping to be the pivotal pain of my hurtful hard heart
I had an idea, what she was, who she was, she was never been
she was rupturing the nerves of my thought; she wanted me to want her
I didn’t, she was exasperated, she left, she went far, she was gone
she left a trail before which I bowed, the sands of which I kissed for long
I change sides, changing sides, here and there, right and left, I am destitute
she took revenge, I let her go, she let me become a living dead
now Erato winks at my stimulated prudence, I embrace her
but she is an illusion, I have my arms crossed over my shoulders
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The prompt today at dVerse is to write American Sentences. It is a poetic form created by Allen Ginsberg. The sentences above could be read separately(the reason why I didn’t put punctuation at the end of each one of them) or otherwise together as a single poem.
This is tagged as the poem for 15 November for NaBloPoMo. I have written 15 poems by far this month… to check them all out, just drag your cursor to the drop-down menu above, Home, beneath which you would find the category by the name of Poetry and within which there is the category of NaBloPoMo.
Great piece full of fascinating ideas. I didn’t know about Ginsberg’s concept – I see how it works now on the line level and the overall poem!
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It was just meant to be a single line poetry but I didn’t want to write random lines. Therefore, instead of that, I wrote various such lines interlinking them into a sort of poetic story.
Thank you for the positive feedback.
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A new art form created! 🙂
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I do like the story you wrote here, HA. Very dream-like and somewhat ethereal. I am glad she turned out to be an illusion!
(I also did not want to write random sentences.)
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I like how you have managed to write so many numerous “American sentences” that can be read on their own or be part of such a meaningful poem!
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Wow, love how you took this form into a longer poem. It reads with a strange, hypnotic rhythm. Well done.
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As you say.. each line is a scene by itself.. and still a progression of poetry.. really loved this…
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cool
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funny how that happens, when that “yearning for her to look back at me” happens, we can’t even breathe. well done ~
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This was an interesting response to the prompt, stand-alones yet connected. Cool story.
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nice… a whole story in american sentences….her lilac, orange perfume… makes me wonder how that smells.. i find it most intriguing if a scent is connected with a color…nice…one of the ingredients of my perfume is pink pepper
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This is an utterly hypnotic piece of writing. I know that feeling, even though I can’t find the words to describe what it is (other than the ones that you have woven together).
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Anmol, I tip my quill to you def for sure; you wrote 24 separate American Haiku, all perfect, all as one incredible run-on Faulkner-like Bear sentence, all related & interlinked. My attempt had a dozen sentences, but your effort dwarfed the rest; my fave for today, sir.
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wow ambitious…i like how you extended it out…each a sentence on its own but a part of a much larger story….you tied them in well….solid visuals…well played…
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I felt like I was drifting on a cloud when I read your words today, this is really stunning Anmol.
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This is ambitious and really well realized. As I read it, I understood why you used past tense (and in some places past perfect) – I would recommend re-writing in present tense to the extent possible and see whether you like the change that results. I think you will find it will read faster and make the reader feel quicker; however, that may not be the thing you are going for. There is a contemplative, grieving tone to this as is. Well done!
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Well crafted HA – superbly done.
Anna :o]
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Great writing! I love the way you composed this piece and the story it tells as well. Lots of love
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Cool approach HA ~ Enjoyed the verses interlocking with each other ~
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Wow. Very, very well done! This is beautiful. 🙂
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Wow, really enjoyed this illusion you painted it with words so well..
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Okay that was seriously great stuff. Thank you very much!
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Each sentence can stand on it’s own….yet they tell a beautiful story.
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What a great set, and a great poem. Well done!
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Beautifully crafted, she’s like a muse that never was but yet she still is…very mysterious. Love how you wove this together. Excellently penned!
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Thank you for the follow! Enjoy! Namaste. . .
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