Speaking in Code

My language is strange.
Strange how? Yes,
strange, and how.

 

My grammar's decidely
southpaw, tilting toward
lilt and ramble, leaning
toward wit and whistle,
careening off-course
with calamitous grace.

 

My syntax is tricky,
cussedly so. It dip
and dithers, it
weaves and wobbles,
when you'd expect it
to mind its Ps and
bloody Qs.

 

My idiom's the darndest
thing. Like coffeepots
that try to sing.





Poetry by Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-03-12 at 07:13

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A fun, and I would say, accurate poem.
2021-03-13


Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
Dear Tommo,

This self-confession about the nature and structure of your language prompts some interesting questions. For instance, do we 'sound' like our written words? Does our poetic voice appear in everyday speech? How would we be received if we spoke in rhyming couplets all the time, or used extensive literary quotations?

Thanks for your candid insight,
On which I shall dwell this night.

Cheers,

Chris
2021-03-12


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
ME TOO! ;)
Ken D
2021-03-12