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3 July 2017

In Difficulties

I wrote a curtal sonnet but it stank.
I needed all of 14 lines to say
the whole of what I had in mind; present

a thesis that would float before it sank –
in fact not sink at all but stretch and play,
its movements elegant and confident.

Instead, alas, it doesn’t wave but drown.
Without room to manoeuvre, there’s no way
to save it – what I meant as eloquent
is chopped abruptly, three lines short, shut down
unspent.


Written for a form challenge at Poetic Asides

3 comments:

  1. What is eloquence? (see poem above for clue)

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  2. "it doesn’t wave but drown" :) ... loving these curta(i)l sonnets <3

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