(a sonnet variation called a “duplex”)
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I am a swirling alphabet storm.
Nobody knows the order of this chaos.
The order of chaos is unknown, even to me.
The key is making sense of all the spaces in between.
The keys and spaces don’t make sense,
until I let my fingers Braille about.
I’ve railed of bouts and failed in battle.
I don’t know how to flex my own kerned strength.
Nothing but flecks and kernels, yet unknown,
these savage syllables are not my own.
I’ll save a syllable, call it home,
and build something of this small silence.
Some small sigh, some sense unborn,
I am a swirling alphabet storm.
::
A fun new form I’d never heard of for day 27 of NaPoWriMo.
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“until I let my fingers Braille about” … Wow. I love that.
I’m crazy about this couplet:
“Some small sigh, some sense unborn,
I am a swirling alphabet storm.”
That rhyme is divine.
Thanks, chica. This was a cool form to play with. Not so stringent as a normal sonnet.
These just occurred to me:
“our kite structure”
“our kit structure” (maybe even a baby fox)
“ark-it texture” (We’re learning “Rise & Shine” in children’s choir, so I’ve got Noah on the brain.”)
So anyway, now read this as if it’s about Noah’s swirly thoughts while preparing, working, etc. Kind of A Beautiful Mind minute, perhaps, having a go at God’s baffling plan(s).
Excellent!! My favourite part: “these savage syllables are not my own.” and the rest of the poem to the end. Enjoyed it heavily.
Thank you so much!
A swirling alphabet storm, a true poet speaks.