Originally posted on my blog, Tales of Darkness, under my pen name, Elizabeth Anne Ives.
"Pull back," the moon directed, "you're too close for true perspective."
"But it's a poem in all but name," I declared! "Look at its edges, you can make out a form within the measures and meters it conforms!
Shameful attempts at rhyme, but that can be forgiven. Before the days of free verse rhyme was the form of the time.
Oh look! It meanders from prose to heroic verse, but honestly at times it feels rehearsed.
It has circular patterns, a cacophony of sounds, iambic lines, that go round and round!
This line is pithy and witty, worthy of an epigram. It has the prosody of a compelling poetry slam!
It's a work in progress. A poem in all but name. In need of further critique, but a poem all the same.
Man in the moon what have you to say?"
"My dear, a poem in all but name will never see the light of day."
are we on the other side of terror?
there are those who say it is so
yet I fear terror has taken hold
it traveled through my town
on one unsuspecting soul
but it did not stretchits long arms down
the back roads or
at my door
i am socially distancing
lest the terror wants more
the terror knows no bounds
it quakes the great cities andslithers through rural towns
in search of the unprotected,
the doubtful, the unmaskedthe terror is unleashed
i fear we are not on the other side of
terror, we are inthe belly of the beast!