I was watching Casino Royale and was inspired to write this truly awful piece of poetry. Kudos to anyone who can work out why it’s so rubbish and hardly rhymes*.
“Post Office”
Post emotion raw, stained with a teardrop
Or, send to friends, both new and old, a ciao
Send a thank you card, with note apropos
To touch the heart of any, just reach out
Order pens, paper, ink, and write by hand, so
Flowing ink bears emotions true, in riff
Fling email when you have naught to speak of
I think fresh ink survives for reasons tri
Craft and feeling with truth are terrific
Each of us should head to the Post Office
Hint: There is a clue in the fact that I spent half an hour trying to figure out how to fully justify a block of text (to left and right) using html and ended up justifying it by hand by inserting spaces.
There is a clue in the blatant and unnecessary highlighting I’ve done.
*You have to come up with a reason that *doesn’t* include my utter lack of poetic talent – that isn’t hidden anywhere.
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I don’t think it’s rubbish. To me this poetry is like e.e. cummings (he like to make his poems all structured in non-linear ways) meet the Beat-era poets and writers! I like it. It’s different and so reminds me of Allen Ginsberg or Jack Kerouac.
I don’t know why you intended it to make the poem structured that way, but . . . its shape looks like a post-it note ^___^;;;;;
It’s incredibly kind of you to say, but I’m not that deep.
Oh, and I’m so stealing your post-it note idea!
One day (or intersection of space and time with a greater level of entropy compared to this intersection of time, space and entropy) they are going have to teach the concept of linear time. If we can no longer intuit it, perhaps it will be taught by rote. Perhaps dropping into linear thought will be a hobby for those trying to relate to ancient cultures. They say a story takes a thousand tellers ‘cos a whole story, with some echo of truth in it, needs a thousand different perspectives. Non-linear stories may create a new conduit (qualitatively) for reality sharing. Or maybe that’s what this is, you know, existence!
Thanks, mum.