This week at dVerse Poet’s Pub, we were given the opportunity to explore poetry we’ve already written to find one that best represented our own personal voice, our natural rhythm, so to speak. There seems to be an internal BEAT that makes it’s way into our poetry. Who knew?!
Seriously, this has been very enlightening. Thank you, Gay Reiser Cannon at dVerse! It’s amazing what one can learn about themselves from their own writing.
After careful consideration, I chose this one from the archives as it just seems to be the voice in my head. Syllables are marked in bold print to emphasize the way the beats take place for me. A pause or “caesura” can also have a beat within the poem and these are shown with brackets (…)
My rhythm seems to be a little intense…but that should not surprise me.
SKYSCRAPING
If I have to look up to see your grandeur
Then what importance do you hold for me? (…)
Everything essential to my heart and mind
Is in front of me (…)
Yes, I look to the sky, why wouldn’t I?
To the clouds, to the wind
To the spirit within
But not you (…)
You have always been my saboteur
Reminding me of the cold
That paralyzed my plight
Your capital charisma
Does nothing but amuse me
And I will not be impressed
By your obvious stateliness
For success is not dressed
The sun bares the truth
Magnified in your every window
Exposing your hard lines
Disclosing your designs
Of your eyes on the pie
As you scrape at the sky
mishunderstood 