Form: (thing)sonnet
thingsonnet where the
ends of lines are rhymes of pairs of kinds of things [green with envy and
pewter candlesticks (color adjective + nouns as adjectives for emotional
state); inflexible and used up both descriptors for an analogue] instead of
sound rhymes.
forget about syllables, I spent all week writing terrible syllable count sonnets
and i give up
form: aabb ccdd eeff
gg in thingrhymes
color swatch (thing)sonnet
they told me i’d turn green with envy
but i felt more like pewter candlesticks
with wax dripping down, barren, inflexible,
a potential weapon, a cudgel, used up.
my friend says i’ve got decision fatigue
a kind of tiredness from choosing swatches. drained
by trying to make things match, cobbling
our old carpet and screen with a vintage
painting. inspiration arrives through the ten of cups
with a wide rainbow. finally, happiness. the dozen leprachauns
a leaping led by Seamus who brought us here to this
sanctuary
brighten all small fields of color and the saturations blur
to bliss.
i know from the twist in my chest we’ve reached perfection;
there are a thousand rays of light coming from inside the
prism (of us).
3-10-13 11:01p
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