Formless

Poetry
When stripped of all its gloss, glamor
Does it still shine as bright?
Does it gleam? Does it glitter?
Without need to conform,
With rhyme and rhythm stripped away,
Can it still evoke music,
Melodies to carry the thoughts, the mind
Elsewhere
To places where imagination prances about, dancing to a pretty tune?
I like to think so
And I'd like for you to think so, too

Meter matters, but not in its regularity
Rhyme is sublime when not obstructive to flow
Flow
An ever-important facet, that
A current to carry the weight of your words
That they might not grow heavy and drag your poem with their bulk

Poetry
Liquid language
Emphasis from repetition
How much is too much?

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You like words. You like flow. We get it!
Would it pain the pretentious poet to perhaps place a period at some point?

Recursive self-reference is recursive

A link to my new tumblr.

Sandbox: Biblical Knowledge

An idea for a comic popped into my head yesterday.  I pictured it in the same sort of style as some of hiimdaisy's stuff - more attention given to expressions than backgrounds or details.

Panel 1
A man beside a woman.  The man's expression is inviting, his appearance rather suave.  The woman has not been won over yet, but she is interested.  Her expression says "I like what I see - show me more!"
Speech bubble:
(Man) "I'd like to get to know you..."

Panel 2
A closeup of the man.  His expression is intense.  The effect is somewhat creepy.
Speech bubble:
(Man) "BIBLICLY"

Panel 3
The woman is sitting on the edge of a bed, her expression one of annoyance and displeasure.  This is clearly not what she was expecting.  The man is sitting behind her, his expression intently focused.  He is counting the hairs on her head.
Small text:
(Man) "1193"
(Man) "Hold still"
(Man) "1194"
(Man) "You're going to make me lose count"
(Man) "1195, 1196, 1197..."
(Man) "Is that two or is that a split end?"