formal poems

Imagine like in this poem by Shel Silverstein Loki keeps running into this one girl but they don’t formally meet for years. One day, he finally is not busy so he strikes up conversation. As they get to know each other he finds out she can wield seidr… and she’s a frost giant.

another triolet*

H

in my dreams she holds my hand
there’s nothing else to do
waking agony goddamn
but in my dreams she holds my hand
love is a beast with fangs
and she is worth my scars
because in my dreams she holds my hand
there’s nothing else

*i can’t stop writing about her because i can’t stop thinking about her because i don’t think i will want to.

october is kissing my shoulders again
and this might be the last autumn i spend in my hometown.
i’ve started pulling my hair back the way my mom always has
and i’m learning how to hold my own hand again.

this might be the last autumn i spend in my hometown
and it can’t be possible to feel like this anywhere else.
i’m learning how to hold my own hand again
but with the sky this close, i can’t remember how breathing used to feel.

it can’t be possible to feel like this anywhere else
but at least there’s a town out there where the bricks won’t know my name.
but with the sky this close, i can’t remember how breathing used to feel
without that same weight on my chest.

at least there’s a town out there where the bricks won’t know my name.
i’ve started pulling my hair back the way my mom always has,
without that same weight on my chest,
and october is kissing my shoulders again.

—  october, maria s.
This was never poetry

This is me
writing you a hug
because I know
you wanted one
needed one
still do
yet never got one

had we met here
in the city, rushing
between places, ah. I would most likely
find a way to end
our awkward
conversation
and hurry off

(that sound
drowned by rush hour
buses and cars
that’s me leaving)

but here we are
coincidentally colliding
in this parallell existence
of digital zeros and ones

where my keyboard
can do the talking
for me, yes even
perform simple actions

like reaching out
and hug you
for as long
as you like
as you need
and you need
this, I know

(well there’s a surprise
I needed it too
more than I cared
to remember)

how does all of this
sound to you?
Not very impressive
I’ll give you that

but let me say it in
my mother’s tongue
where lying seems
even harder

Det er ikke rettferdig
at dine savn er så store
mens jeg har glemt hva savn er

Tilgi meg
min selvsentrerte lykke
mine ufortjente privilegier
mitt likegyldige smil

There’s no justice in
your longing being so strong
while I’ve forgotten what longing is

Forgive me
my self-centered happiness
my unearned privileges
my indifferent smile

And here’s the deal
when today is gone
we shall both agree
this was never poetry
no magical metaphors
no whimsical wordings
no ascending angels

just words
plain words
I offer you
this hug
and you
accept

문학 = literature

= book

소설책 = novel

단편소설 = short story

시학 = poetics

= poem

산문시 = prose poem

극시 = dramatic poetry

자유시 = free verse

정형시 = formal verse

서사시 = epic poem

신화학 = mythology

신화 = myth

만화 = comic

만화 소설 = graphic novel

사진: 경복궁, 서울 (Gyeongbokgung Palace, Seoul)