Feste's Lute

Scribbles & Sketches of the Unspeakable

Foci

After we met,
I swore “eclipse”
would never
darken these lines.
I suspect my vow
is suspect.
For this round
I’m circumspect.
That you were
never the mean.
On average,
that’s what I meant.

Scornful Forms

A poem posing as a ruckus, 1
a sonnet boldly staging brawls,
our traumas trussed up elegiac,
the villain of the villanelle is all.


  1. A quick collab. with Soredemonao based on a single phrase that caught my fancy. Hers in italic. 

readingwritingandarithmetic replied to your post: He does what he does. I do what I do. Never the…

They should!

Ah, but the centre cannot hold.

Either for the twain to meet (which I know you didn’t mean). Or for improvements. 😉

So mere anarchy is loosed upon the algorithm.

OH, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat;
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face, tho’ they come from the ends of the earth!

The Ballad of East and West – Rudyard Kipling

He does what he does. I do what I do. Never the twain shall meet.

I’m just saying, Tumblr, fix your recommendation engine…

Water’s Weight

Never darken meanings,
though the times might
stretch your neck.

For faces, fate and fingers,
face and fate relate, align.

Down it till they found,
and now, of course, it founders.
All the fondest matters faint.

Honestly, I never
found you to my water’s
weight or taste,
but grateful teeth
survey you.
Since I’ve found you…
can’t relate.

When I read
the penny dreadfuls
I suspected.