Enjambment

"I live my life in broken lines..."

I live life in broken lines of
po
etry.
I find myself form
less—
without rhyme, beyond reason.
O synecdoche,
why hast thou forsaken me?
I wither, set apart like this,
without a Whole.
Lacking structure,
creativity—
Am I free?
To think! I drown in life
less, tasteless metaphors
and allusions too obscure
(to differentiate between the lady
or the Tyger which burns so brightly).
And! How I sicken my tattered stanzas
with tyrannical cacophony!
It strikes me, strikes me
as hard as a useless, nonsensical simile.

I live life in broken lines,
crafted by my own undefined
definition of what it is to live
poetically.

Reviews

[AmmeApril]

Beautiful!

[Heather Rodwell]

This is a very excellent piece.

[Charles D. Moorer]

Intereseing peice. To live your life in broken lines, crafted by your own undefined definition of what it is to live poetically. Your ephiphany will come and when it does you will see that it is not so different as you imagined it would be, knew it would be, is.

[Jason Henry]

this reminds me of one of my own works...except yours is exponentially better haha! another very intelligent, inspiring and rhythmic poem emily...