it's
happening
i find
myself at the harbor
seeking
refuge from the crescent moon
my mind
sauntering deeply to the ocean floor
heyday
of whistling waves from morning to late noon
i am a
believer
once a
fortress and a storyteller
i am a
thief of those captivating eyes
your
whispers drowning me to sleepless nights
watching
over the rodeo-Romeo
dreamboats
and footage inside the uncanny le
chateau
i
chaste the avalanched of snafu
meander
from the longing Northpole
two passengers
encroaching the winding dreams
entwined
souls’ Milky Way to passionate pilgrims
Contemporary sensibility tends to disparage the sing-songy nature of older poetries. But many poets have used off-rhymes or near-rhymes as a kind of halfway house between complete poetic freedom and the prison of reactionary tradition. Notice Ceri's skillful but unobtrusive use of the device in her opening quatrain (harbor-moon/floor-noon) and the couplets that complete the poem (believer/storyteller, eyes/nights, Romeo/chateau, snafu/Northpole, dreams/pilgrims).
ReplyDeleteI love the line, "sleepless nights/
ReplyDeletewatching over the rodeo-Romeo/
dreamboats."