As a writer I am prejudiced - I hate poetry. However, understanding structure and form helps me to construct narratives. I have been exposed to different forms or patterns in prose narratives often - the buddy story, the coming of age story, the monomyth - all archetypes that I respect. Poetry is a different story.
I find that I am forced to grow as a writer by trying to conform to a structure. I like structure. It helps me write. So, Pantoums. It's not much, but it's mine.
Grass reeked today of
promise and growth and birth.
Ice cream trucks traversed the town
with promises of fun and mirth.
Promise and growth and birth
rose today on this patch of brown
with promises of fun and mirth
that made me look up, not down.
Rose today on this patch of brown
ideas of spring and summer
that made me look up, not down.
Winter wakes from its slumber.
Ideas of spring and summer
evoke memories of beaches and redwood.
Winter awakes from its slumber
prodding all of the deadwood.
I hope it tickles you.
Spike
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