I've got a couple things for you today!

I was recently invited to collaborate with other poets on a joint Substack post. We were each assigned to write a poem on loneliness/isolation and given the option to write it in one of two forms.

  1. 4 quatrains of iambic trimeter
  2. 2 sestets of iambic tetrameter

Both options result in the same number of feet (48 iambs), yet both have distinctly different feels. I chose the first option, since I have little experience with trimeter and I wanted the practice. Follow the link below to read my poem, along with the poems of all the other participants. There are some really good ones in there that I would highly recommend.

Sharing Loneliness.
A collaboration among formal poetry authors and enthusiasts facing loneliness together.
Scheming RhymesBrooklyn Crane

Secondly, I have a short poem that I thought up yesterday due to circumstances that you will soon understand. It's barely enough to count as a full poem, yet still enough to express myself:

A sore on my tongue, and suddenly
I'm David in the wilderness,
Spurning food, afraid to drink,
Betrayed by my closest messenger,
Flocked by sheep lamenting.
How long? And why? O when...
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