Saturday, September 4, 2010

Off Kilter

Flailing pentameters and tortured lines
That pull against their form and fight the sense
They ought to have, whose flawed designs
Conceal themselves, and seem so dense
That nothing can be gleaned from them; this sort
Of error slides so easily inside
Too-lengthy verse. But that which is too short
Will just as quickly find itself tongue-tied
By trying to incorporate too much,
And over-thickly stuff the verse with words
Which will not fit, and therefore tightly clutch
The syllables before them, making herds
That cannot be corralled. But what's worse
Is both of these - like this - just one verse.

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