Every week for my poetry class we are asked to read one or two poets and then create work that imitates their style. Some of these assignments have been fun and others have been excruciatingly difficult. Writing in the style of Wiliam Carlos Williams was an absolute joy. It was a nice reminder that there is material everywhere one looks.
PLAGIARISM
I have slept
with another
woman.
Which you were
probably hoping
not to have to hear
Forgive me
she was willing.
So supple
And so bright.
NO IDEA BUT IN THINGS
Rainboots-!
You deceive me so!
I wear you
like they wear their smiles-
predicting rain
that never comes.
AD INFINITUM
Still I blog-
Yet no one reads;
no links, no followers,
no proof that I am heard.
Still I blog-
Comment boxes
uncluttered
by human detritus.
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Thanks dude!
ReplyDeleteThese are great! I especially like the last one.
ReplyDeleteAs hard as some of those assignments were (we had to do them as well in our class), i do some of my best writing in it. Like when I was trying to imitate Samuel Beckett and ended up writing a piece about a man with Alzheimer - which hit a bit too close to home and had me crying like a baby. I think I was the only one who had a strong emotional connection to Beckett because of it.
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I saw Waiting for Godot tonight! And, unlike when I read it as an undergrad, I really enjoyed it.
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