Flotsam

cool Jim, Really Really cool

I love that the latout looks like a wave. At least to me. ;)

Very nice.

I am very intrigued with this poem that sets flotsam off on a journey around the Earth, rising and falling with its fortune and the waves of human interest. I kind of like "diff crust" and hypothesize that it is something you wrestled with to make it fit before you let it go as your invention. I'm not sure it contains enough meaning to work well, but then it also helps hook my attention into the poem.

This rictameter form works well with this concept of flotsam, the remains of our once precious ´stuff´ that oceans have reduced to bits. I also noted the concrete poetry equivalent of a wave, or at least a gradient of tide. I like your experimenting with this form, Jim. After reading Umar´s poem about the chess men and now this, I can see the potential for this structure for many images and ideas in poetry.

Wonderful

Jim: You continue to please.

The word itself is poetic: flotsam. And jetsom, too. You've brought us to the detritus of life in its partially recycled form, leaving faint hints as to what it was about or from where did it truck or sail in from.

Ardent devours of enigmas made me really smile. This was delicious!

I agree with John about the possibilities of this form. I've beguin thinking of rictameters in the shower. So much depends on the two syllables that it reduces the lexicon, sort of boiling it down leaving fewer choices which, in turn, become more central to the poem.

Jim, I especially enjoy the "....for ardent devourers of enigmas Who divine tableaus from tidbits Once fondled as fine art Now only beached Flotsam." ( One man's treasure, an other man's junk?)

The way you have presented rictametor to us is really facinating! Always so different in subject, and still fitting into the guidelines. Thank you for sharing these real treasures with us.

Your amazed friend
CoffeeLady

this is so wonderful. the rictameter poetry you write really keeps me intrigued

I like to write cool stuff, John, thank you for the compliment.

I'm glad it did that, Mark. Thank you for pointing it out. I was upset when it didn't form a decent triangle!

Thank you, Tory.

Hi, Gerry. As always, you are very astute. "Diff" is not a word I've traditionally used, and I doubt I'll use it very much in the future, but it served my purpose of implanting the notion of the various materials of the beaches around the globe. A sacrifice to space, to be sure, but it feels right to me, even now--especially as you've told me it snared your interest in the poem! Hmm. Thank you for that.

There seems to be enough space to wriggle a complex notion into, with rictameter, John, at that. Personally, I find the two syllable opening (and closing) the most critical choice to make when creating one. It's the poem's equivalent of setting the emotional and physical stage for what's to come. I'm glad the epiphany struck your talented mind, and hope you decide to grace us with poems of yours written in the form. A fond hope, indeed!

Thank you, Alison.

Thank you for the compliment, Umar. It's nice to know others stand in the shower and work through their poems! I definitely agree with you on the opening word(s)--you have expressed their effect on the poem, so well.

You sure do make sense, Marianne. "Beauty" as you use it, is honesty; and the virtue of honesty goes into a piece of art and makes it "beautiful". Someday, if I'm lucky, I'll craft something beautiful. It's my daily, working desire.

I agree, CoffeeLady. The subjects for rictameter are legion and vivid; their exposure in this poetic form can add to the meaning and delight of reading poetry. Thank you for the compliment.

I'm glad, Linda. They're fun to write, and hopefully, have a lot to offer readers.

I really hope you do, Liz! :-) Your talent and care (to use hangar-speak) would make a doozy! --probably lift off the page with the engine off in the slightest puff of air.

This is beautifully matched to the form -- brings the form to life as a wave drawing back from the beach (much further than ordinary waves) before it returns, restoring "flotsam" with a new load of meaning.

Great one Jim. I love, "Who divine tableaus from tidbits," that rocks, as does the poem

Thank you, Ed. I appreciate your compliment.

I took a certain smidge of license with what the tide can do with its cargo, John. I hope the leap of faith wasn't too difficult to make. Thank you for the compliment..

I enjoyed this, thank you Jim.

Thank you, Terry.