This was written as part of the just for fun, Resurrection Poetry Contest over at AbsoluteWrite forums. (I came in 3rd and a special mention for originality and application of form. The object was to make up your own beat pattern. So it was sort of a combination of traditional methods and free verse. Here is my made up pattern:
[1]a,[2]x,[3]x,[4]x,[3]x,[2]x,[1]b
[1]a,[2]x,[3]x,[4]x,[3]x,[2]x,[1]b
[1]c,[2]x,[3]x,[4]x,[3]x,[2]x,[1]d
[1]c,[2]x,[3]x,[4]x,[3]x,[2]x,[1]d
[1]a,[2]x,[3]x,[4]x,[3]x,[2]x,[1]b
[1]a,[2]x,[3]x,[4]x,[3]x,[2]x,[1]b
And now the poem.
F**k
He left
Without me
First time in years
I'll show him
Bastard
Bum
Stuck
That's it
He feels trapped
That's not my fault
Tis the booze
Again
Plum
Lazy
He is
Drinkin' pints
All afternoon
No reason
He says
Right
Crazy
I know
He was mad
I didn't care
He came back
To what
Fight
Duck
I did
As he swung
But he was drunk
Hit the wall
Not me
Dumb
Luck
That's why
I'd found it
His last bottle
Selfish man
T'was good
Rum
This is post #16 in the Ultimate Blog Challenge.
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