The Pantoum
[Explanation of the pantoum form of poetry.]
The dust settles upon my feet.
I have walked far.
Sea and landscape repeat,
unoriginal in their differences.
I have walked far.
Faces have become exotic --
unoriginal in their differences --
a homogenous mass of the chaotic.
Faces have become exotic,
my own is unrecognizable.
A homogenous mass of the chaotic
remnants of what I have seen and heard.
My own is unrecognizable.
I would not know home if I came upon it.
Remnants of what I have seen and heard
combine to form a memory of what may never have existed at all.
The dust settles upon my feet.
I have walked far.
Sea and landscape repeat,
unoriginal in their differences.
I have walked far.
Faces have become exotic --
unoriginal in their differences --
a homogenous mass of the chaotic.
Faces have become exotic,
my own is unrecognizable.
A homogenous mass of the chaotic
remnants of what I have seen and heard.
My own is unrecognizable.
I would not know home if I came upon it.
Remnants of what I have seen and heard
combine to form a memory of what may never have existed at all.
posted by Dave | 3:32:00 AM
1 Comments:
This is really neat! I've never heard of these kinds of poems, but I saw what you did. You took the last line of the first stanza and then used it as the third line in the next stanza.
It kind of forces a theme, but in a cool way.
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