Saturday, April 30, 2011


At long last, and on the last day no less, a non-haiku poem in honor of National Poetry Month, inspired by the previously shared poem, "OCK":

A bruised and broken victim of a sneak attack,
Lay face down on frigid pavement in a grim, dark shack.
"This isn't just your punishment, this is payback!"
Red hot bullets fled the chamber and the world went black.

I so liked the cadence, brevity and darkness of "OCK," which originates from a comedic opera, that I wanted to use it as a basis for a poem. It has a singular rhyme scheme on a hard consonant, a 12 / 13 / 12 / 13 syllable count and a death-related topic. An entertaining way to kill some time and stretch the creative muscles. What do you think?

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