Day 27: Duplex with the dog

Today I wrote my first duplex and the counting down the days of April made me feel like Scheherezade. What if it must never end? And the dog, the dog is always here somewhere.

Prompt 27: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a duplex. A duplex is a variation on the sonnet, developed by the poet Jericho Brown. … Like a typical sonnet, a duplex has fourteen lines. It’s organized into seven two-line stanzas. The second line of the first stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the second stanza, the second line of the second stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the third stanza, and so on. The last line of the poem is the same as the first.

Easy peasy, right? Well… I had to read the above a few times and look at the examples, but when I started to write my own it gave me much joy. Thank you, I love learning and trying new poetic forms.

Scheherezade

The dog is in the sun. I pinch my finger with a pin and think
of something embarrassing that I have just realised.

I have realised something embarrassing and it's not
of the riches, even though this is what I call my blog.

I may call my blog An Embarrassment of Riches
but only now I realise how true this is.

Only now I realise how true it is
that the riches of fantasy is an embarrassing thing.

Or is it the fantasy of riches? Embarrassing in either case.
Baaba Maal is playing. My mind travels. The dog barks.

My mind travels to where the music is taking me. The dog barks.
I’m embarrassed now that I know. I feel like Scheherezade. 
 
You are a poet, Scheherezade. You’d be embarrassed too if you knew.
The dog is in the sun. I pinch my finger with a pin and think.

The photos are not from today but this is how he sunbathes.

The last day in my NaPoWriMo history

2018: The Devil (Rubaiyat)
The first time that I pulled the devil card
was when the actors’ troupe had made it hard
to miss it since one hanged it round my neck
and I was forced to act in this regard.

Then Niki’s Tarot Garden and her deck
were waiting for me to arrive and check
each statue to decide which one was best
at capturing my heart without a crack.

At first glance I stood still as if possessed.
Her calm stance made me think this was a test.
At once a thought formed in my weakened state:
“Out-Deviling the Devil is my quest!”

See more of the Devil.

2019: Thy worst all best exceeds (Shakespeare cento)
Love: the general of hot desire,
gentle cheater, poor drudge that in my mind
is too young to know love-kindling fire
to be what conscience is, proud of this pride.

To stand in thy affairs, flesh born of love,
betraying deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
was vowing new hate after new bed-vow.
Healthful remedy gave eyes to blindness.

For I have sworn thee fair but found no cure
against strange maladies, powerful might
from holy fire of Love still to endure,
which men prove foul – a lie to my true sight.

To keep thy love, thy truth, thy constancy,
my vows are oaths of insufficiency.

Click for a limerick.

2020: If I can do it (sonnet)
Is Harvard not what once it was? I wonder,
perusing this strange book that lies before me
with question-marks where there should clearly not be,
and unknown signatures. What gives? I ponder.

They took a goat’s skin for this ledger – sorry –
dyed it to match with blended scratches under,
retained the spine, rebacked it, and not squander
with missing names some of old Harvard’s glory?
(Read on.)
2021: To an unknown hacker
major
haunting 
feeling

that it is going to be okay,
that we are in lilo* together,
and that next year we meet again
right here
on this site
which neither you
nor any of your relatives
will succeed in hacking.

Why?

Because what we know,
possess,
and are able to do
is a surprise
even to ourselves.

Read all.

This day in my blogging history

Published by Manja Maksimovič

A Slovenian in Italy for love. Blogger, photographer, translator and would-be writer who would be a writer if she wrote. Plus reluctant but emerging poet. Beware.

19 thoughts on “Day 27: Duplex with the dog

  1. Gosh, gorgeous. Easy peasy you say? Gosh. It was hard for me. I couldn’t find my footing. Vacillated. Was going for a sonnet, then…
    So it wasn’t easy peasy no way.
    You rock and you don’t even know it. Tremendous. Thanks for sharing your joy. So lovely. The dog is good to you. And to me. XoXo

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    1. Ahh, Selma, thank you! I like such forms that imply more than state. This form didn’t sound like a sonnet to me at all, much too liberal. It gives space more than limits. I’m so happy that you come to tell me that you like my output, like a good fairy that you are. ❤

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    1. Thank you, K! I’m glad you say so, about the form. As for the embarrassment, I will NEVER disclose what really went through my mind. One of little luxuries of a poet. 😉 Not embarrassed for having fantasies, that’s for sure. It’s a precondition.

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    1. I’m really glad that you like it, Carol Ann. Today was the last day of April and the last poem. I think I’ll take it easy for a while… Quite tired. And of course you like bestia. 😉 He is such a model. Thank you!

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