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Hobs-Nobs Hobbled hob-nobs hobbling on home trudge-trodden, a tee-totaler timing trains complains, that strained schedules are never gotten. Whinging into a wristwatch whisked on wrist, tock-ticking time twisted sands shifting, insisting on an abrupt hushed ‘whisht!’. Seething steel screams from seam- beams to begird, deafeningly darting down his devilry in tongues’ brevity, folded heavenly and dog-eared. Bullfinches bristled in a bric-a-brac buzzing chirp for nothing, the riff-raff riffling and ruche-rousing some cut-throat mouthing, footsteps doused ‘neath steel trussing. Fortune face-filled with festered fury for a jury that stole time, over obdurate ovals of omen origin - a limbo for the puritan, left naked without reason or rime. Heuristic hourglass held in helve only to delve, life’s linger in rambling wander never anytime to ponder, somewhere off yonder a bell ring signals twelve.
Giuseppe Gillespie – January 2022
Cover Pic: Édouard Manet (follower of/attributed to), Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons, found here
*Notes on Chaotic “Forked” Structure (I call it forked as the stanzas look like oddly pronged forks)
Line 1: Most words start with same letter
Line 2: Short rhyme/similar sound with either half of 1st line (keep note of last word, line 5 will rhyme it)
Line 3: Most words start with same letter/similar sound, can rhyme with l2 or not
Line 4: Short rhyme with either half of l3
Line 5: Similar sound/rhyme first with l4 then l2
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