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Epoch of Mass Deletion
Epoch of Mass Deletion

Syllables graze
Upon the page
Amongst similes
And metaphors alike
As onomatopoeia buzzes about,
Alliterating thought,
Unaware of the coming plight.

Verbage soars
Through the sonnet fields
Seeking shelter
From the nature
Of haiku,
Its story, once upon a time,
Dwelt within poetic flight.

Wisdom roams,
Adjectively defined,
While hunting punctuation
Beneath participles dangling
From ideas blooming
In the brilliance of thought,
Birthed in both darkness and light.

The scene tranquil
Suddenly disrupted.
Words run-on, rampant,
Sentenced to silence
As the finger of God
Falls upon "delete"
Without rhyme or reason in sight.


I am the never ending story with a grand finale.
Brian Armour

Hi Legion,

What a great poem, where words inhabit a world of their own. I liked the lines `seeking shelter/From the nature/Of haiku'. I've always had this thinking that haiku is torturing words somewhat by forcing them into such a tight constriction, though of course the sonnet also has its boundaries/fence.

`Wisdom roams' - doesn't it. Excellent, as was `hunting punctuation' which made me smile as it tends to be my weakness.

So you see, I enjoyed your poem.



Posted on Sunday, September 11, 2011 at 03:27:57

Francis Meyrick

QuoteAs onomatopoeia buzzes about,

Onomatopoeia... Isn't that a plural? ("buzz about")
QuoteAs the finger of God
Falls upon "delete"
Without rhyme or reason in sight.

Now that's rather loaded. We can take that pretty intensely...

rhyme or reason..

At times, it's hard to find much. Nine-Eleven jumps to mind.  It is the task of the Thinker, the Artist, the Dreamer, to face that question squarely.

You ask it well.

We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
Posted on Thursday, September 15, 2011 at 08:24:31

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