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Adliberty
by Elizabeth Jill
Recalling whence I met a four
the night I verbed a noun,
how sudden-like apostrophes
arrived and threw me down.
Past participles lingoed as
the sea subset my sails
and dashing in calligraphy
I drew the Prints of Whales.
Adliberty and fineprint squint,
I hear them pronouns sing;
they're there in spells, their sharpened flint
a pendulum-like swing.
Superlatives throw periods
subjective to the clause;
Infinitives refuse to split
and runalong ad naus.
Sin, certain of the thesaurus
forgiven less the odds,
just one dot commaway R-Us
to fly with letter gods.
07/30/2011 Author's Note: Just a hoarse a round of sound inspired by Paganini Jones's forum question about sincerity in poems. Currently I am being arrested by the sans serif.
Posted on 07/30/2011
Copyright © 2025 Elizabeth Jill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/30/11 at 02:46 PM So very clever, Jill! I like, I like! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/30/11 at 02:59 PM My infinitives are splitting their sides over this one, Jilly.... :) |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/30/11 at 03:35 PM I don't know, it sounds like DC to me. Really cute write lady! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/30/11 at 06:07 PM ...if anyone wants to know why i love you and you are my elizabethJill all they have to do is read this; this is so scrunchable with the word- play. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 07/30/11 at 06:16 PM You do have a way with words/ Your writes are ALWAYS worth the read (or 2) |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 07/31/11 at 02:01 AM I love this... The entire thing danced around my head. |
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