- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Terzanelle for Theresa
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Click hereWhy are you so apt? So smart? I swear,
I might have lost you in the paragraphs
of speech you uttered into space and air.
You tell jokes to the world, and the world laughs.
Who would have ever thought your mind so fine?
I might have lost you in the paragraphs,
but you spoke clearly, poems, line by line.
How do the birds that fly know where to go?
Who would have ever thought your mind so fine?
When you were pretty — always it was so —
you were a goddess, and I became a god.
How do the birds that fly know where to go?
I think of you with fondness, and I prod
my memory for faint tastes of your kiss.
You were a goddess. I became a god.
Over, and it all comes down to this:
nothing sacred, nothing sweet and fair;
but I think of you, and somehow still I miss
the speech you uttered, into space and air.
- COMMENTS
foehn2over 16 years agoAuthorlol... oh heavens. i was a little bit fond of the poem when i birthed it, but now this odd comment has surpassed it. thanks, Kolkore, your comments are very meaningful. i look forward to you hating something i write, blasting me out of the water.
KOLKOREover 16 years agoI want to salute to the author of the poem for engaging in a classic form. Willingly taking on any traditional poetic form and dressing it up for today’s benefit wakes the child in me .It feels like playing with an old (but perfectly preserved) costume, when you put it on you kind of transform yourself a bit. I’ll admit that at times I missed the loss of the rhythm (Iambic pentameter) like in the first lines of the first two stanzas) but to the most part what was said in your poem could be said of you : “you spoke clearly, poems, line by line” . Thematically, I liked the fact that you chose a classic theme: reminiscing on the object of one's love and trying to measure it in both universal and personal terms, which of course plays very well with the form (or is it the other way around?). At the same time you allowed some play with the language, reminding us that you were not doing an archeological reconstruction (“You tell jokes to the world” or :”I think of you with fondness”) yet, you were not ungrateful to past traditions (“nothing sacred, nothing sweet and fair”). Poems like yours are of the kind that always give me unique pleasure: old and new at the same time.
