The Quill-Driver
A Writerly Villanelle
Eternal content in a fresh disguise
Thanatos, Eros, all of those ageless whys
A novel idea clothed in an old surprise
Such struggle and torment and striving to be
The sort of genius the sun has yet to see
Eternal content in a fresh disguise
Perhaps, when we make something, no matter its size
The trick is to meld what abides with what dies
A novel idea clothed in an old surprise
If the manner is dusty, even fossilized
The matter had better be newly devised
Eternal content in a fresh disguise
Conversely, if content is shopworn and patched
The form must appear to be new, freshly hatched
A novel idea clothed in an old surprise
Comply, then revolt, keeping each measure deft
Break rules with the right and write them with the left
Eternal content in a fresh disguise
A novel idea clothed in an old surprise
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
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That is the trick of it isn't it 😀
Perhaps, when we make something, no matter its size The trick is to meld what abides with what dies These lines were my favourite! I enjoyed your poem!
I love that eternal content line.