For me form poetry works better with a fever.
Unless I’m sick or under the influence
I’m really not a believer!
There seems to be such an affluence
of poetic words and ideas
when I’m sick or under the influence.
When sober I only find small pieces
scraps to put together that come out twisted
no poetic words or ideas!
It seems, when I drink, I’m more assisted
to get a flow in my words that works
– not scraps put together that come out twisted
So this terzanelle is driving me berserk
more word jumble than any kind of poetry
and no flow in my words that works!
I will admit it, quite openly:
for me form poetry works better with a fever
this is more word jumble than any kind of poetry
and I’m really still not a believer!
I know this is not technically a correct terzanelle since I’ve completely screwed up the meter, but after scrapping the first few attempts and not getting anything right, I started thinking of the very first form poetry that worked for me and how I was seriously ill when I wrote it… So this is the – sober – response to that, based on the optional NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 16 prompt, which was to write a terzanelle (five triolets and a quatrain using an ABA/bCB/cDC/dED/eFE/faFA scheme).