Punctuation Transformation
Experimental
If I had my way
There would be
An endless parade
Of dots
And dashes
Every reworking
In between
The feeling created by shape
Shape following function
Occasionally vision
Following form
The miracle of
Letter creation
Merged with the
Magic of word formation
Jumbled with the
Finessing art of punctuation
❝❓❗✱ ❔❕❞
!f ! #ad my way
T#ere w*uld be
An endless parade
*f d*ts
and dashes
every rew*rk!ng
!n between
t#e feel!ng created by s#ape
S#ape f*ll*w!ng funct!*n
*ccass!*nally v!s!*n
F*ll*w!ng f*rm
The m!racle *f
Letter creat!*n
Merged w!t# t#e
Mag!c *f w*rd f*rmat!*n
Jumbled w!t# t#e
F!ness!ng art *f punctuat!*n
❝❓❗✱ ❔❕❞
!f ! h@d my w@y
There w*uld be
@n end\e$$ p@r@de
*f d*ts
& dashes
Every rew*rk!ng
!n between
The fee\!ng (re@ted by $#@pe
$Hape f*!!*wing fun(t!*n
*((a$$i*na!!y v!s!*n
F*!!*wing f*rm
T#e m!r@c\e *f
\etter (re@t!*n
Merged w!th t#e
M@g!( *f w*rd f*rm@t!*n
Jumb\ed w!t# t#e
F!ne$$!ng @rt *f pun(tu@t!*n
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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Comments (2)
e. e. cummings, c#ll y&!r off#÷e!
Very surreal and mad in an excellent way, love experiments like this