My Style is My Style and My Style is My Own

You must truly find a fool in me and trust I know not
But here within my heavy soul a weft and warp distraught
Winter’s worn my heart and boxed her scarf of misadventure
I choose to sit and sip the heady wash without censure
There’s a moment in the spring where the chill flakes from these bones
The pompous clouds of discontent pack up and find new homes
You see, I’m savvy to the whip’s wind and your final blow
Monet is in my Spring, and I’m Rembrandt in sharp Bordeaux

© Grace Black

Poetry Month continues and this is Day 3 of NaPoWriMo for me. Today’s challenge was to write a Fourteener. Meh, this is my attempt.

30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 30 in 30.

Love and Ink,

Grace

11 thoughts on “My Style is My Style and My Style is My Own

  1. Lady love, you executed this challenge to perfection!! the rhyme scheme flowed flawlessly, I didn’t check behind you to verify the syllables, but I trust you kept to format. I especially loved lines 3 & 4, and then that final line…. you gave me literal chills/goosebumps with that! Powerful. There’s a palpable emotion ghosting this entire piece and it is sheer brilliance!

    The use of assonance (was it intentional or a happy accident? Either way. Superb!) with the short “i” vowel sound throughout the piece (I think I counted 12?) lent to the all around greatness of this poem.

    On line 7, did you intend “the whip’s wind”, or did you mean “the winds whip”? At first I couldn’t capture it in my mind, but then I imagined the gust of wind from the crack of a whip, and it made perfect sense. Works either way.

    Two thumbs up. Submit this one to a venue that accepts previously online published work, it’s sure to be snatched up. I’m impressed, and not that I’m anybody, but, I don’t impress easily.

    Brilliant piece of literature.

    1. Wow, thank you for your kind words. I’m humbled by your praise. Such a lovely compliment coming from a talented writer I admire. And, indeed, I meant “whip’s wind” for it’s a distinct sound of a scar that does not heal. : )

  2. I’m actually sitting and staring at the comment box. I dont have the right adjective. It was umm…
    It just blew my…uh..
    Absolutely..er…
    You know what I mean…
    Just beautiful!!

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