In this episode of Poetical Shenanigans, Ely will punch her writer's block repeatedly in the face by creating a system of infinite poetry!
Here's how she does it!
FIRST, Ely creates a poetical framework that is at once fairly tonally neutral and yet somehow still powerful and evocative.
The Subtle (verb) ing
by Elizabeth Rhea
I (verb) into life
like a (verb) (noun)
forever (verb)ing across my vision
as if I had just (verb)ed
into the (noun/bodypart) of a (sentient being)
my (noun) carving spaces
in the (adj) parts of my existence.
Our (body part)s meet
in this (adj) place;
we are (verb)ing as one,
for this is our (noun),
this is our (noun),
this is our final farewell to (noun),
our coming into (noun) at last.
(I realize this second stanza sounds much sexier in template form than it does in most possible complete versions... who knew?)
SECOND, Ely adds fridge magnets-- a poetic ingredient that has so often stood by Ely in these dry times.
FINALLY, Ely fills in the gaps to create three poetic samples which are indicative of the infinite possibilities.
(20) The Subtle Dancing
I grow into life
like a spoken soul,
forever giving across my vision
as if I had just (flown)
into the chest of a friend,
my vision carving spaces
in the strong parts of my being.
Our voices meet
in this free place,
we are styling as one,
for this is our choice,
this is our power,
this is our final farewell to the ocean
our coming into sky at last.
(21) The Subtle Crying
I prowl into life
like a broken mystery,
forever slouching across my vision
as if I had just crumbled
into the hold of a shadow,
my trouble carving spaces
in the stranger parts of my being.
Our smells meet
in this metal place;
we are blazing as one,
for this is our bog,
this is our waste,
this is our final farewell to alarm,
our coming into spoil at last.
(22) The Subtle Discovering
I tumble into life
like a wild giggle,
forever noodling across my vision--
as if I had just sneezed
into the potion of a wizard,
my charm carving spaces
in the frumpy parts of my being.
Our thoughts meet
in this clever place;
we are singing as one,
for this is our rainbow,
this is our flower,
this is our final farewell to stubborn,
our coming into friend(ship) at last.
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