Thoughts for the future

Poststructural Pub
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I was born in Oklahoma,
Native to her wooded hills,
Where the dogwood and the redbud
Like an artist’s canvas fills.

Where I come from food grows freely,
Poke, persimmons, garlic, plums.
Creeks and rivers flow unhindered,
Whence the bass and catfish comes.

Nourished by the land, the people,
Sing in all sincerity.
Some may call it high and nasal,
But to me it’s purity.

Possum grapes will make your jaws ache.
Kingsnake beats a copperhead.
We eat black eyed peas at New Year’s,
I think that I shall have cornbread.

–Walden

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:slight_smile: Yay Walden! That was nice!

3

Did you make the rhythm match Song of Hiawatha on purpose, or was that just a coincidence? :smiley:

djm

4

No connection. 8/7/8/7 is one of the meters I use most.

5

Very nice.

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(also posted in another thread–I feel compelled to inform all my peeps here when I can)

Just so all of you poets know, posting poems here may constitute publication for purposes of First Rights etc if you have any aspirations of later submitting them to literary/poetry journals. Same goes if you post them on your own blog or website. You MAY post them at online workshops with password protected membership for the purposes of critique and commentary.

Carry on.

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Posting my First Rights
And righting my First Wrongs
Each soars to great heights
If here it belongs.
Sometimes I am iffy
And sometimes I’m certain
But seldom, on Chiffy,
Do I find it a burden.
Sometimes the heart longs
To express with delight
What poems and songs,
More than prose, can highlight.