(2015)
This is a univocal lipogram poem, where only one vowel is used throughout the poem
#Lipogram #Wind
Oh how I wish my talent with words were like that of a painter with color and dimension.
A sight of sympathy for the man, who never thought himself too gran… or even fair to look at for long, The ballad entails his fateful son… Afraid of estranged looks and whis…
We shoot for superiority. The best of the idea, the winning match and set game for the domination. I, with masculine energy,
“You gotta let your poems sing, ma… the old poet said. His red ball cap perched atop his… like a lonely old moment of youth, covering a mind alive with creativ…
If I ever write a poem and give it the title “A Dream”... Do not read that poem. Hesitate before every word,
At first, I was the reveling masq… In a dozen wanton nights, with a lack of fright for social a… I sought to receive. I sought to breath
Fragrance of her expression keeps me in rumination. At night, with unconscious and relaxed demeanor, my thoughts– oh my thoughts they thrive.
Inner burst of joy– from a caffeine fix– The modern day call to action. I do not stand, I sit for miles and transfixed on the
Life to me is covered by a velvet sheet, suffocating me with rich fabric and delicate dreams.
I have seen my own death, it isn’t pretty. My face as a corpse is unkempt. It’s ok, I wasn’t perfect. It is strange,
I remember the tired streetlights that emitted their hazy glow, discoloring the grass in the park. I remember the playful screams of my fast rambunctious friends,
I really wanted to die underneath that heavenly blue sky, and leave behind the tensions and… and float upwards and away from th… No longer called a buffoon,
I have something to say about deci… if I were to make them all the time, might find a certain sense of resolute truth. The mind wanders to and fro,
Don’t you know that I tried my best to capture exuberance of life in my breast. Hope defined,
There is no other, no mother, no father, Only you and me Between the shade, of the house we made,