by strannikov
TV and power cord valorized in dust,
wires and digital guts unimpaired, I'd guess,
the remote control itself glories in dust,
floating on its table in its pool of motes
(my parents seldom charge me with cleaning house).
through a window spring shrugs in afternoon heat,
fresh leaves chew on the scant breeze crawling through boughs,
dining on invisible carbon from cars
racing two blocks away muffled, almost mute,
no red or blue lights screaming now (or I'd know):
what vanities this window displays, preferred.
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An(other) experiment in hendecasyllabic verse.
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Clever manipulation of piquant visuals into hendecasyllabic lines.
"the remote control itself glories in dust,"
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"fresh leaves chew on the scant breeze crawling through boughs,"
Very nice. ***
A picture I recognize
"through a window spring shrugs in afternoon heat,"
This flows beautifully. *
Thanks to readers all, thanks too to Matvei, Rachna, Erika, Gary, and Charlotte, and to Sam: grazie, y'all!
This hits all of my senses, Edward!