I’m not against rhyme, I promise–there were just a few poetry classes, where I was forced to write sonnets and the like. And they did not go well. (Picture me muttering to myself, trying to determine stressed and unstressed syllables.)

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Freedom! From WikiMedia by Rob Speed.

Freedom!
From WikiMedia by Rob Speed.

Metered

Words dance on the page

rising and falling to the beat

music that sings

*

Words rattle the cage

and concede defeat

a bird with clipped wings

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About Caitlin Stern

I have a MA in English, and have so many fantasy/urban fantasy WIPs it's not even funny. I'm an avid reader of science fiction, fantasy, mystery, romance, biography, fiction, and anything else that catches my interest. I collect books, and bookmarks I find that are visually appealing and useful.

2 responses »

  1. Marcia says:

    First, this is so elegantly and beautifully said, and any writer (especially of poems) knows exactly what you mean. Well done.

    Secondly, I used to raise parrots of all shapes and sizes, (we had 46 birds at one point) and we had a little green-cheeked conure exactly like this one! His name was Sgt. Peeper, and he was such a funny little bird. He talked up a storm, and lived with us twelve years before heading off on his final flight. I laughed when I saw this picture!

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