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Saturday, September 20, 2008


I cannot write in prose; I’ve lost the simple art.
Its sentences are hopeless chains I cannot move,
its massive paragraphs, the bricks I mustn’t use.
I love my dainty forms, succinct and sharply tart,
creative, flexible, compliant to my heart –
but structured if I wish. There’s logic in its shoe,
which taps a metre one may recollect anew -
but prose is sensible and sombre; rigid, smart.
I rhyme, creatively insert a spicy word;
but prose requires plans and links and sense to work –
the things I gladly flee. I lack the sanity;
I hate reality; I’d rather hide in scenes,
subjective to the viewer’s eye, and comforting –
than sketch my life objectively, and vividly.


  1. I'm very interested to know how you deal with essays at school. Does it pain you to not be able to write in poetic form?

    And by the way, I have just been acknowledged for my applications by the University of Toronto, McMaster, Western Ontario and Waterloo. Any advice you can share on how to choose between them if I start to get offers, seeing as you live in Ontario?


  2. I'm fine with essays and prose really, but I now find it's hard to write prose as effectively as I write poetry. I find that even though my prose is good, it lacks the spark that a lot of really good prose writers can infuse in their writing.

    Ugh...applications. Depends on which major, I guess. Toronto has good medical school and social science stuff, but it's really huge and noisy, so for undergraduate studies it's probably not the best. Waterloo is good for engineering. Western is definitely a good setting - it's pretty quiet. McMaster has its own medical school, which is really good.

  3. Oh, I really love this one! I am drawn to poetic forms (though free verse is fun too)--I love having to be creative within structure.

    Nice internal rhyme there near the end, too.

    And a haiku for you...

    He calls me his muse.
    I'm a fan of his poems.
    I'd better catch up.

  4. Thanks Beth! Poetry allows a lot of confined freedom - something I love (what an oxymoron...)! And of course I love to rhyme :)

    And a haiku for you...

    I'm a human Fan
    then again, so is C. Beth.
    Don't stress while reading!


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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