Kiamon never once thought on her fate Episodes happened that sometimes did grate: Cruelty is not something done without need... Cut with a blade, then, the soul can be freed.
[daily log: walking, 7.5km]
Category: Couplets and Quatrains
Caveat: Poem #618 “Second stanza”
Kiamon never once thought on her fate
Gamely she played along, planning to wait
Patience came easy when dreams were all clear
Doubts never showed themselves; neither did fear.
Caveat: Poem #608 “First stanza”
Kiamon never once thought on her fate
Grimly she battled to push down her hate
Hoping perhaps to at last find her goal
Kiamon willingly gave up her soul.
…Recently I tried something new. As some of you know, I have a rather wide set of “novels in progress,” none of which actually progress, much. I’m bad at these wider, longer-scale projects. So I decided to take this slightly more successful short poem-a-day concept and “hijack” it for the novel thing. I have been writing little “character-building” quatrains, where I try to encapsulate some aspect of a story’s character. This is one of those. In general, don’t be surprised to see the names of fictional beings begin to populate some of my poems.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
Caveat: Poem #485
A poem is like a conversation where you hurl your words out slow and there's no end.
This is my new poem-numbering scheme. I decided I wanted the numbers to reflect the total number since I started this poem-a-day effort. So it is the sum of Nonnets + Englynion + Quatrains + Random Poems – [poems written before I started the daily challenge but got included in the earlier counts]. There may be some inaccuracy because some of the quatrains got counted as multiple quatrains despite being single “poems.” Not that all this really matters. I just… decided I wanted to do it like this, moving forward.
Caveat: Random Poem #57 “After the storm”
(Poem #358 on new numbering scheme)
ㅁ The storm's bland aftermath dissolved and stained the air so that it tasted like burnt wire or moistened stones. At last, a lingering tomato-tinted twilight grasped the streets.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
