Screenshot via: “This Was Never Poetry”
Yes it was.
So much so that I despaired the first time you vanished taking all your words with you. So very much so, I made myself afraid, after a time, to visit your site fearing it would once again be gone.
So much did you inspire and ignite my imagination.
I have tried
to describe to myself
how the experience is:
whether it is like
one of those nights
when I cannot sleep
and sit on my back steps
while silent snow falls,
or a walk
through spicy autumn woods,
or a summer night
when I sit
and listen to the cicadas
and watch the occasional meteor
streak across the sky….
…the desire to compete it, may supersede all other motivations. Because of this, look for a bit of laurel-resting, after which I will write more “Etudes.” (I believe)
Still, the desire to continue with the “Shakespeare Project” is also forefront, as is my desire to write more “Canopians.”
I would also enjoy writing more split sonnets. To that end, I have in mind a form wherein two sonnets, one with the reverse rhymescheme as the other–possibly in the Shakespearean style (with ABAB quatrains) are recombined as two new Shakespeareans. If the two sonnets interlock well enough all four should be readable and perhaps I will explicitly publish both the originals and the interlocking version. I believe such a thing would make the rhymes palindromic in nature. Yes… but I have not given sufficient thought to the proof of this : )
In any case look for something new soon. Probably not Canopians but probably Etudes in the Shakespearean form with inverse rhymes and possibly palindromic versions of them.
I spoke once of her
Away, on a winter’s night
Not so long ago….
Long ago, I heard,
Chanced by some unlikely place,
Hauntingly, her voice.
Herein I attempt to link all the relevant posts wherever they may be:
Now, after and, I think during the hole affair, there were even some very peculiar emails exchanged. They seemed to appear in great heaps. Those, however, I did not save, and had I saved them, I would not publish them here for ethical reasons–even if I chose to redact the identity of the author of these.
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By my love’s sweet words
Am I, once again, inspired.
She bringeth magic!
“By any song thou dost sing, my dearest one.
To heal, to rest, or to fret the tyme away
Only thus, that thou shouldst hold fast
And defy the daylight.”
David Emeron: Sonnets 
I am at a loss to explain why you eschew iambic pentameter in your form exercise, as you say, “even if the poem makes no sense.” Although “One thing at a time” might be a guess at your answer–which certainly would make a degree of sense. Still the iambic rhythm is most definitely a thing to get ones head around.
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