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4/f/fecked
by Laura DoomWe do it on the keyboard, rapt or wrecked
in mirror mode, to practice and perfect
a tease of tongue well versed in dialect
that speaks in fingers pressed to reconnect
with the sensational. Our scruples checked,
fresh air turns vulgar blue to resurrect
the cult in culture, raptures that project
a plume of poets fucking for effect.
But when that crack of sky secretes neglect
we sanitize obscenity, reject
such common expectations as infect
the intellect and sonnetize respect
for those who feel the volta should reflect
the plight of poets fawning for affect. 05/23/2012 Author's Note: Struggling with the interlocking rhyme scheme...
Posted on 05/23/2012
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 05/24/12 at 04:33 PM your a-a-a-a rhyme scheme seems fairly impeccable to me, and it reads aloud very well. But what stands out in all this is the abrupt, almost awkward halt after 'the sensational'--which seems to support your sonnets meaning. Is that 4/f/fecked? "a plume of poets ..." is a line I won't forget anytime soon ;0 |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 05/24/12 at 06:37 PM btw, the contrast between line 8 and line 14 makes your volta shine (very darkly) |
| Posted by William F Dougherty on 07/15/12 at 10:07 PM I would like to read any of your English or Italian sonnet forms. Mono-rhyme is clever. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 08/14/12 at 02:54 PM I love everything about this! So nicely done and so interesting to read! |
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