Podoku
Here’s a thing.
Sudoku is sweeping the nation, right? You know, how you have to put combinations of numbers into boxes and they all have to add up to the same thing and you can’t use any number more than once?
So I start thinking. What if I could do the same with words? What if I wrote something and had to rearrange it over and over without using any word twice and not leaving one out but it still had to make sense?
Oooh - poetry sudoku. Podoku.
There’s a trunk in my room calling the shots,
sits there by the window with the flower pots.
Ever the faithful but beckoning slow,
teasing until it’s time to go.
There’s a teasing in my room calling the time
until it’s trunk shots to go.
By the slow, faithful window - ever the beckoning,
but, with the flower pots, sits there.
Time to go until there’s a faithful.
By the beckoning window, calling the flower pots
sits with ther slow, teasing room.
The shots in my trunk, it’s but ever there.
By the time the flower pots ever go to,
in the shots, a room with its slow trunk.
Until the window sits there, faithful,
but there’s the teasing: calling, beckoning.
It’s slow to flower in time.
There by a trunk, the room sits.
But until the teasing shots go with the window pots,
there’s the ever calling, my faithful beckoning.
There sits the trunk. By the window with the pot shots.
In a calling room, the slow but ever teasing.
There’s my beckoning flower.
Faithful until it’s time to go.
January 30th, 2006 at 11:19 am
My head now hurts.
It’s your fault.
Thanks for a great start to the week.
ASPIRIN!
January 30th, 2006 at 12:37 pm
Great idea - will probably catch on. After all, the villanelle had been around for 400 years before Dylan Thomas got hold of it.
So watch out, 2,406!
January 30th, 2006 at 11:53 pm
I knew it. My head STILL hurts.