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After all, I’m just a drifter
and nowhere can be home too long –
no soul can I claim but this here
song, this here yearning for a road.
But who knows how long I can walk?
After all, I’m just a drifter.
Love for a while, but never stay,
and why I leave I can’t quite say.
Fear to commit, or too much drive –
I never could tell them apart.
After all, I’m just a drifter;
those fancy words were never mine.
Sometimes I think about asking
the road what he thinks of it all
but talking only tires me out;
after all, I’m just a drifter.
and nowhere can be home too long –
no soul can I claim but this here
song, this here yearning for a road.
But who knows how long I can walk?
After all, I’m just a drifter.
Love for a while, but never stay,
and why I leave I can’t quite say.
Fear to commit, or too much drive –
I never could tell them apart.
After all, I’m just a drifter;
those fancy words were never mine.
Sometimes I think about asking
the road what he thinks of it all
but talking only tires me out;
after all, I’m just a drifter.
Literature
The Guide
For a minute there I thought I
was at the wrong house. Then you tried
to fetch your toast with a fork, while
it was plugged in. Now the tile
floor is scuffed up and you're all fried.
Makes my job easy. Oh don't try
to plead or beg. This is your time
to follow me, no need to lie
for a minute
or an hour. Whichever kind
of bargain you have isn't my
problem. My job is to file
your soul for future trial.
Though, I guess, I'll let you cry
for a minute.
Literature
California
My father was San Francisco and my mother, the Pacific;
at five I was in love with nine-lane highways, the scent of
eucalyptus pressed between my fingers, yellow parchment
hills crumpled up under the eye of the sun. If I had a sunset
to myself I would curl up on a park bench like the hippies do,
and eavesdrop on the sea lions’ bedtime conversations.
Alcatraz never quite unbarred me and yet I have found
freedom in hills steep as my shoulders; I know that I am
beautiful even in the rain because I have kissed the smoke
of Berkeley and tasted her on my teeth. I was born to
dangle my legs over Golden Gate Bridge and of course,
of
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Muse
i yell at the clouds between sunrise dreams
their whispy constellations forming unresolved patterns
that hide and wink with conspiracy
"the devil is in the details"
she said,
but her voice is more whisper than sound
and I wonder if she was ever really here
i climb into bed and close the sheets behind me
to lock away the day
hiding my fears behind the substance of sleep and repetition
"identity is not who you are"
she said,
"but what you do"
and her voice is more thought than whisper
and I wonder if she was ever more than me
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Hello! This is an entry for FlawedLiterature's Quatern contest. I decided that I would give it a try since one thing I learned last month is that I tend to struggle a bit with refrain poems, so I can use all the practice I can get. In this case I tried to write in a bit of a different tone to see how that'd affect it, and I think it went alright.
If you're interested in the contest, the deadline is pretty close, but you can check it out here:
Thanks for reading!
If you're interested in the contest, the deadline is pretty close, but you can check it out here:
New contest!This contest will be due on Jan 15 11:59 PST.
The first place will win 100 points. Second and third each win 50. You can enter up to three times, but only one poem can win.
Ok here's the info:
Quatern
A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fourth line of stanza four. A quatern has eight syllables per line. It does not have to be iambic or follow a set rhyme scheme.
line 1
line 2
line 3
line 4
line 5
line 6 (line 1)
line 7
line 8
line 9
line 10
line 11 (line 1)
line 12
line 13
line 14
line 15
line 16 (line 1)
Example #1:
True Love, Redefined
One day she hopes true love to find,
One soul, one mind, two hearts entwined;
Somewhere out there’s the perfect guy,
For Youth has set her standards high.
He must be rich, handsome, refined,
O
Thanks for reading!
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This reminds me of when I was young. I like this!